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 the questions are the keys to all valid curiosities, and one of the keys to a question is a pure joy that imply sex and candy as a properly shaped answer, which incites a secret door of the psyche, to unlock the soul of the fairy tales, drafted at a golden hour, for you to feel me as if I am with you… right there… even if I am… right here… cocooned in a deep panic, sipping some booze, subtly, while I am surrounded by the music that I've chosen to listen to right now… (picturing you…), I'll always remember us this way, as an extension of a thought, (mine… yours… ours…). And that's not even complicated. On the contrary. It's the perfect cover for lots of waves of laughter we brought lavishly to each other many times. So, 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...]