you...

you, — my dearest dream,
the one that makes
my physiognomy to be
simultaneously wild and
precious next to you,
what kind of plan
do you have tomorrow,
and how do you intend
to transform me, and in
what kind of language
you'd gonna talk to me,
because mine will be set
in deep blue dialect, as
you, forever to percept me
a gift of love omnipotent


πŸ˜‰

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs