I anchored my dream
in the garden of your soul
flexible, your heart
sloped its pulse to mine
ebullient, our blood begun
ce petit quelque chose
the flirty poem was spread
fulfilling in our longing
…
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
I anchored my dream
in the garden of your soul
flexible, your heart
sloped its pulse to mine
ebullient, our blood begun
ce petit quelque chose
the flirty poem was spread
fulfilling in our longing
…
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎