I adore the caresses of the delicate chilly mornings on my sleepy skin... I adore whispers of love in the dawn to lure me to a new adventure of life. It thrills me so delicately when I feel the summer breeze, — on my neck... And coffee. It makes me melt myself in his secret whisper bent in its steam, belle and seductive as I'm lovely felt, when the frail deed of love redemption leads you to a new level of happiness.

Today, I woke up with happiness in me. Didn't let me look at it, but it whispered, — I'm in there and in those, a nearness and a profound range around you. Feel me like a star detached out of you and taken back, for our joy to be at the bottom of the soul. Reality is sung by the breeze from where I am. The birds are the messenger painting the sky with the color, i-love-you-always-forever

the moon vibe brought me your quiet longing transformed your whispers in its shine leaned a ray similarly with the color of your eyes changed the fever of my thoughts when I hold you in my dreams, you to breath to feel you… to be inside me continuously

in my mind, you're a deep breath burst of harmony, your pulse makes me vibrate, your fancy things get check-in innocently in me, conjugating the present tense of take-my-hand right now until forever... it's our time of love

♀ «I fell asleep... I... I fell asleep...  I fell asleep, but in my dream, I was awake and  you were there flying through the air. You told me a lie about blue light... ... tutoring in your eyes and you dove into the ocean and never came up. Because I was awake, I wept after...  Your face appeared in a cloud... I put a photo of the cloud online and  I smiled and I knew it was a dream. When I shook myself out, my body was soaked a thousand times over sweat  and tears and strangers and forever... •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• ♂ Sure, everything's fine»

« unable to perceive the shape of you, i find you all around me your presence fills my eyes with your love, humbling my heart for you are everywhere » • the art of pretending to swim •

like a perfect miracle you are, I don't see you but I feel you, literally designed as I wanted, a spontaneous favorite dream, extravagant with compliments, for the dreamer I am, devoted

Combustion is the love of those which's calling each other. A flame is the curiosity of those who's looking for each other. Passion is the testimony of those who are waiting for each other... Like Fire, me, and Howler, you. But for those who enjoy seeing the suffering of others, profaning the beauty of a spiritual shelter is perplexity. It's as it is. Dilemma.

it's just you, — as if you're the only option... your soul is caught in the settings of my dreams... my gallery's full of you, — natively sweetly brute... it's just you, — my deep lust… my (bonjour…) all is memorized in messages with petite phrases... all conspire thru fragile whims and skills... (at any call...) (j'imagine l'amour avec toi)

what's essential now is the fact that you're the only one

the one who knows how to keep love forever, it's possessing a treasure, a synergy of the holy grail in the soul entered, in the heart melted, in the senses raised, in kisses aromatized, 24-7 enlightened and evermore and again conjugated

looking for me or showing yourself to me, it's not forbidden but just interpreted to be a sign of weakness, for your favorite discipline, — indifference, — displeased it accuses you, — even the blue attitude of the ocean confirms, — I could swear you already heard it pianissimo syllabicating I'm not but one only of your sweetest perfection

Climate, an apotheosized day in each molecule of mine. A chic and sophisticated one attired with patience's breath. A structured and noblesse day, chiseled and scented, like You. A day textured tenderly in art, diffusing a metaphorizing love. In the companion of a melody, today, I am, – celebrating You. My thoughts, playfully, mark adventurously part-des-Anges Anointed with the eau de vie, I'm savoring memories…

With eyes open within myself, I have counted, all my unfulfilled dreams. With eyes closed outward, new dreams have been born, comforting the area of a future. Offering me an insatiable mood, I hum... ₘmᵐ‧‧‧ Life, Music, Please. Look at Me Now. Roll with Me.