Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

my tactic is — tactless, unfitting is — fitting some words, unseemly seems to seem discreet of indiscreet improvised and hasty to love you well, — diversified as is the rise of mine, — instantly numb, — not negligently... always... — sentimental

the galaxy rotates in the rhythm of the music for an authentic mood of the dreamer you are, lost and delighted, breathing my love and will, to cut up the shield where I am with your lust; emotions felt, set the joy no matter whenever in a tender blue with a merry Christmas, baby, for love of December is adorned by your thrill wrapped in a little bit of everything traditional 🎄

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