Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

i'm the blood group of yours, — the endless feelings' donor the wildflowers' scent transfuses in you, — my love your lips with a simple gesture involve my morning breakfast my smile, in a time's myster(y) creates to you an exquisite day my passion, your emotions, — like music, — adjusts our throb my name is your favored color, you're life… my favorite dream

like a perfect miracle you are, I don't see you but I feel you, literally designed as I wanted, a spontaneous favorite dream, extravagant with compliments, for the dreamer I am, devoted