dreaming
i love... (without disturbing you), i love... facile... (in music's secrecy), thinking myself, — (maybe it's your pleasure of being loved.... like this...) ⋯ [a bizarre dream that sways into my astral skepticism] ‣‣‣ i love... (surrounded by the dreamers), i love... (through late bloomers' field), thinking myself, — ⋯ (but if you are... a fragile kind, who did itself a lair...) into my mind [as if it's there, your medication, and your dose, my constellation] ‣‣‣ i love... (without to beg attention), i love... (into my thought's thought side), thinking myself, — ⋯ (but cos you're dreaming, you'll accuse some nonchalantly aberrations...‽) [whose medication is in whose pleasure, whose skepticism is in whose dose...‽]
