you could be in the Louvre

you stopped and I saw
you looked at me
i wondered how it could be
how could i draw
you

your lines so perfectly designed
like they were reunided
and decided this is what i'm missing.
this is how love feels

and touches,
goes and smells.

this is you and i'm following your lines
with no worry in my body
no regrets.

just you making art out of us.


merci, merci, merci