that certain thing

love has its own path;
it's like a fine gas
which spreads in you
through all your blood;

it's like a poison
that paralyzes you
before you know it;

when you realized,
it's too late... the time is
too short or too fast;

all you can say is, —
have... that certain thing,
(un p’tit je ne sais quoi)

πŸ˜‰

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs