It is difficult to love, that is true
but I will try, as a student that I am, that we are no doubt…
Love may be arduous, but in every desert there is life. I would like to invite you to my side for this new eternal dawn that is love, and I offer you a magical kiss; the mystical or the irrational is also called the tree of life. Perhaps we could sit beneath this tree, just long enough to read together…
By this ring
You are dedicated to me.
Oh, how beautiful this is
Make a beautiful gesture with your finger
on which I placed the secrets
of the embagged crown.
Here we see the crowned alliance.
You raised your finger to show it,
Princess of the eternal snows,
and the seven gates of heaven
opened for your beauty.
I saw your light,
A swallow crossed the sky,
Don't be afraid for your freedom.
The four seraphim were singing
by lifting the canopy.
your finger, before and after,
to the 13 sovereign graces.
And me, so weak,
with these words I would like to cast light!
You, on the other hand, were shining
Friends and the universe sang:
I'm so sorry for the trouble!
I don't like you,
I will never love you,
I will never love you in general,
nor of the word “love,” worn out and tired.
I will not love you in general who trumpets,
who orders and who rings.
You don't like words that evaporate.
I love you and will love you with all my heart,
of true finger, of true skin,
of walking, of the game of our eyes that you know.
I love you most on the coast
who is still in so much pain
when you went out for a walk.
And I love you even more when you come to rest there.
I love your secret perfumes,
invisible, just like you are,
The source of the sources of the source,
hidden kiss, my vine is before me,
You know it, I know it.
Nothing beats a hand resting on another.
Never, I will not forget a single one of your words
and the wind brings them to me to caress me with them.
Why are you doing this, talking about not liking it
why these beautiful flowers, happy and overflowing,
why these poems that rise as one reads the loving being
So why do you find the time and the energy
to laugh, to sing, and to no longer hope
You and I know of a hidden source,
its songs, its water, and its discreet bells.
Never, the sun blinding in its brutality
will not hide from us the fiery dances
billions of stars of smiles, of secret kisses,
of words that will last for eternity.
I know of a house that was destroyed and abandoned,
abandoned, occupied, in indifference, shameless
of those who feast, display themselves, and act like little kings.
It is that of the immense bride of the One who gave us everything.
All but Him is but wind and moment,
He alone is hope, love, and faithfulness.
And you.
No one will ever be able to separate
those who were love and kindness
But also welcome and cup in them
and will find each other again.
I already live so close,
In Louline, your perfected beauty;
We watch over it with love
until your arrival,
Promise and fiancée.
By this consecrated ring.
Let's start dancing.
Gently you - Minerva-like you - barbitically you - Dunely you - starmely you - Munozly you - Mary-like you - Claudia-like you - cabarically you - billy you - magically you - ladily you - Sandra-like you - Indira-like you - afely you - Tommy you - marily you - Mamouche-like you - Kaina-like you…
I’m sure I forget to let them know, so I’ll write them a note, as they are important to me and I don’t want to forget them in my heart…
LOLLY POP
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