Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

if you insist the dictum of love is religion, I'll contradict you, for indisputable isn't in the cosmic period of my present time where even contours of snowflakes see what I mean it... nonchalantly proving and amusing in games of the spirits, felt and used in the metaphors of each day, so well devised thru steady descriptions, portrayed by this agnostic soul of mine, fine demonized in beauty by your mind, characterized in a deeper love aphorism, met not just in lucid dreams but in truths

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)