itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny
I've placed some memories in one of your pockets to be found by chance or why not, even to search for them, when you will want to see, again, some shards of love, with which once I caressed you and mapped to you a magic party, invoked seductively with some itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny positive formula, nostalgic in beauty sealed, and savagely gathered at a moment when you and I were total perfection. [psst... you're all I need still... by the way]