Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

if would be as his soul want, I should never cry or be sad, I should never have any pain if would be as his soul want, I should be happy perpetually defined only by joy and love if would be as his soul want, nothing evil should approach by me as I'm shielded by him if would be as his soul want thru his method of loving me you'd understand me better why I can do to nobody no harm

You don't possess so captivating howls of the wolves for how much silence of the moon, it is in me, when your thoughts, tiptoeing, got sneaked inside of mine. You don't possess so many forests, which you'd been wishing to grow 'em in your soul, to make me somehow lose myself, to feel what means blood pulse of yours. You don't possess so-so or too much time to be enough to you, when your whispers burn my lips with verses rhymeless, cos too, today, they're longing for your kiss. You don't possess nor even curses, to snatch me out of any fantasy, where seems I'm laying there about forever, waiting frantically for you to love me, as you promised… You don't possess even tomorrow, for how I'm loving you right now, — into a Monday or a Tuesday, a Wednesday, Thursday or a Friday and Saturday to not forget about of Sunday, when you're to me so cold or too-too passionate.