when i want love, my lungs hear my wish
letting a song to be, —
your hands on my dreaming heart;
another song is let it be, —
your lips on my lips pushing me to stars;
and each song moans passion
adjusted by the light of your eyes kissed
in the empire of the poetries
where love is, —
king of your heart and queen of my heart
where i call you and you call me anytime
…
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

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