Message Miniscule Metaphored....

Darling, your question how it is with I do you really want to know must I sing again this nocturnal impromptu Chopin all in pain for you how must I know this life to grow how shall I start must I be still that smart Well, I shall be honest, frank and true haven't slept, only thoughts of you haven't eaten, only "beaten" (fig) by my loved ones, my beloved thing really went through a cling nor had lived or have drunk, am really to sink into deepest seas, oceans and my own brink haven't swum in any aqua, nor in drops or driplets, or omega or in any of this liquid et comment allez-vous? (in french: How are you?) during these days or two? never seen your face or any pace or trace at my place so please do not suffocate as you once told me all resonate this is prime, culminating, finest foremost first rate highest, most dearest am again a zombie not in vain all in pain like that poem.... from long time ago with My Paintress'Eye and Metaphor who has lost who has won.. only you to die for you tell me, darling and please sing for me that nocturnal song yours and my grateful song Message delivered am now liquored with the Aqua and the Omega.... A Déjá-Vu (in french: ever happened in the past) © Sylvia Frances Chan