Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

your moment of happiness when it happens, looks like the joy of some very young goats playing and grazing in your soul's meadow for nothing can be fit on your earth and sky with the lovely sequelae of your happening. the buds of all your vibrations stitch in time any emotion, making crackle the firm visage of your poker face that's depicting the ember of your chromatic eyes to intuit new feelings on the animated road of fancy, yours... mine.

the morning greetings wink to a coffee just to do something by doing nothing, having confidence in continuando through the day. any chosen path must be a good one when it can't be found a proper way. so let it be a midday of hugs and kisses, but take no risk. ⟮love is hard enough without the winter⟯; winter is you... and me... a snowflake kind, ⟮inquisitive and playful⟯, gasping ardently, like a whisper of the summer in your arms.