"Moi je connais seulement celui qui s'emballe.
Me, I only know the one who gets carried away." -Mathias Malzieu

C'est moi.
It's me.
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I want to exist with you: no words and no ambiguity.
I want to touch you: to stroke your face, to kiss those lips and hold those lovely hands.
I want to sink with you: to drown in those eyes and lose ourselves with ourselves.
I want to be yours as you are mine.

To lay in the warmth and when soaking up the sun to feel
A finger trace my chin softly and along my rosy cheeks.
To feel the blood wash over them as your smile settles with the sun,
The grass to tickle our arms and wrap itself around our legs as
You shut my eyelids and kiss me gently.
Our sighs serenading the summer breeze.
Our love unfolding with flawless ease.

We tilt our heads and sigh, harmonising
As the heat simmers on the hair we caress and the clothes that splay on the grass.
The emerald glitters as your hazel eyes compete: they twinkle and widen as you observe my lazy blink.
You love my eyes when they worship yours.
My azure tinted kaleidoscopes and your earth covered diamonds,
Sunlight defied.
Pupils widen despite.

We walk together: our hands locked tight to match our gaze
For we are the main attraction.
We are the sole reason for everything.
We are everything.
Our existence is sweet and serene as you hold me strongly,
Our arms locked too around the other as our silken hearts court,
Dancing in the strange way they do,
Our feet unafraid to synchronise.
I always return to your arms, my darling, as Earth to the Sun,
My firefly to your nightlight,
For, my love, your heart outshines those stars.

When winter comes, lover, don't you be afraid as
Our heartstrings resonate over the rains,
Our affection melts snow and burns down those paper walls.
Our steps leave sparks in this fabric of time,
We are magical, darling, as we create our future.
We cast our spells in silence and love with our eyes, not our hands alone.
Our existence, darling, is perfect.
You, my darling, are perfect.