you, the one who knows I love you beyond presence, beyond absence, stop having doubts about my vibe I have the scent of you, lined on me, the happiness is meowing on my lips, love moans, this time feels different • you, the one who knows I love you right from the threshold of dreams, I have in my eyes, passion's rhythm the smile of my desire kisses hungry and bursts out with its seducing potion, privileging your nerves in my nerves • you, the one who knows i love you beyond presence, beyond absence, stop having doubts about my vibe ⋯ [forever, it's just you, just I, beyond]

On any cloud of the sky I wrote to you the words of my soul with the angels' quill , dipped in the ink of stars , using the symbols of quasar , created by scream of my colors in the curve of your zenith . On any cloud of the sky I played in your fantasy's routine for the poesy  you are, — the  muse of my muses , the lure of my demons, the metaphor of my metaphors, the surreal nature of my realities. On any cloud of the sky, it has been embodied by me the whispers of the universe with the smile of an I love you, with the vibe of a song, with the picture of a moment, with their seductive essence. On any cloud of the sky pirouetting your thought on me, the poetic mood I was in, I am in, didn't and doesn't feel human. You tempted it to fulfill the role of a  safeguarding cocoon  for..., — for I am your passion's dialect .