my heart speaks again
i see a moon with a gown,
i am incomplete ,isn't it?
i need those magical stars, to see you even in light
i crave a lot,l i want you till dawn to dusk
i am not right on cue without you,
i have many castles in the air
i see pastiche work on you
the place you live may be a place for the saragilo,
you look so ingenue
i always brood about you
made a bucolic, will be a lagniappe for you
in a mellifulous sound, i murmur with my cat
for i am an ailurophile,
i see in my cat's eye, for you are like a chatoyant,
i become more diaphanous ,
my place may not be as elixir as yours
yet halcyon life i live
when will you land to my place?
here, bucolic for you, hope you will like it too.