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

I think I met you to learn more stuff about myself, — to discover new feelings, new heartbeats of my own, even to change my style, bringing new emotions to me, since the experience with you is a trip to time with each thought of mine in your thought, while our gazes are getting infiltrated in a touch and a kiss, identically like the charm of notes, so virgin so rational irrational