he doesn't criticize me, — he improves the moment by kissing my dreams he doesn't try to change me, — he hums, amused, by the music dialect of my soul he doesn't interrogate me, — he knows to take the answers out of my poetries he appreciates me as i am, — he's a ray of the sun kissing my cheeks... my lips... he's happy murmuring my name letting himself hugged & hypnotized by my stars' net he never rushes me,  he figured out how's the fever of me... [high enough] he loves getting wrapped in attires of my texts, — he's an adorable one, roving through my realm's fire