your moment of happiness when it happens, looks like the joy of some very young goats playing and grazing in your soul's meadow for nothing can't fit on your earth and sky with the lovely sequelae of your happening the buds of all your vibrations, stitch in time any emotion, making crackle the firm visage of your poker face that's depicting the ember of your chromatic eyes to intuit new feelings on the animated road of fancy, yours & mine

If. If questions are the keys to all basic curiosities and one of the keys to the question of happiness imply sex and candy as a properly shaped answer, to incite any secret door of the psyche to get open in the soul of the fairy tales read at the gold hour for you to feel me, as if I'm with you, right there, even if I am right here, in a deeply cocooned test, sipping subtle some booze, while I'm surrounded by music that I've chosen to listen to it right now, picturing you. I'll always remember us this way. And that's even not complicated. On the contrary, is the perfect cover for lots of waves of laughter we brought to each other lavishly times. So again, shake it, baby... (as if you shake me in your arms).

happiness, — a thought... bonheur, — une pensée, — for you... [made for me], pour toi... [faite pour moi], it's a feeling's condition... c'est la c ondition  d'un sentiment and it's sexy... [torrid...], — et c'est sexy... [torride...], — it's a sought-after flavor c'est une saveur recherchée by many constantly, — par beaucoup constamment, superlatively, I loved you... superlativement, je t'ai aimé, did I...? [‧‧‧I wonder...] ai-je... ? [ ‧‧‧ j'me demande...]