like a ladybug, my thoughts walk on tiptoes toward a leaf of a rose, shaded by its petals full of crystalline dew from a dream's origin where was never too late to love you, subtly ▫ this hysterical lust kept in my coded essences for five long years, you felt it, too, on your lips, hunting me musically in a bouquet of red wine, just enough for your whispers to kiss my body ▫ i lost even my thoughts' number full of spirit, since i've been loving you… metamorphosed in a rain of a summer, in a season of the sun, saluting inquiringly, our love's bizarre strategy

today, I found myself talking to you in the language of roses ⋆⋆⋆ (j'ai vu ta vie…),  — i saw your life... (full of lust) ⋆⋆⋆ (j'ai vu ta morte…),  — i saw your death... (full of pleasure) ⋆⋆⋆ then… — (one long kiss...), — in divine harmony

❝ Do you gather flowers for me moving softly through the trees with the scent against your arms? Long ago I knew your charms as I walk through the purple hills of soon-forgotten, know my heart was in your hand, all my heart is in your hand. Do your lips still call my name? Would your mouth still taste the same? There I learned the sweetest words, — Ooh, what the price of mercy, yeah! Though I steal all across the years the memory lingers on with my heart in your hand, all my heart is in your hand. Should I fall beside the road everlasting wandering soul and the memory sublime? All my, my heart was there, yeah! As I walk through the purple hills of long ago I know my heart was in your hand, my heart is in your hand. Ooh, all my heart, all my heart... ❞