🍀🧡There are what I call...

🍀🧡There are what I call... 
appetites for happiness... 
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🍀🧡To those who...

🍀🧡To those who believe they are indispensable, 
I would like to tell them to rest assured. 
Often you are not even needed... 
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🍀🧡She told me...

🍀🧡She told me about her loneliness and her perplexities... 
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🍀🧡Freedom of choice...

🍀🧡Freedom of choice... 
(gender... )
“Le Saint-Amour Bistro”... 
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🍀🧡I'm looking for...

🍀🧡I'm looking for a refined name for this lady... 
 "Une Liane"... 
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🍀🧡Simple or complicated??...

🍀🧡Simple or complicated??... 
(usually I'm wrong... ) 
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🍀🧡Where are we going?...

🍀🧡Where are we going?... 
never anywhere really... 
we're going we're going... 
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🍀🧡When you find a person...

🍀🧡When you find a person... 
who transforms each part of your being into poetry
who makes with each one of your hair a poem
When you find a person
able to bathe you in words
and adorn yourself with poetry follow that person without hesitation
What matters is not whether you belong to each other
but rather that you belong to the poetry... 
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🍀🧡I leave you...

🍀🧡I leave you with this rose as a symbol of my respect and devotion to you my dear... 
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🍀🧡A book...

🍀🧡A book... 
Sitting in a sunset
In the midst of valleys and mountains
In front of a vintage red.
of very valuable vineyards
Wine dancing in a glass
By ventilating himself he frees his people
Perfumes
Colors
Taste
A ballpoint pen
It's the right atmosphere
Looking at You
That with your eyes
Read my soul
Its nuances
His fears... 
of losing you
A few verses
They are not enough
To describe
A wonderful creature
A masterpiece
To be nourished with love
This is you
I look into your eyes
And I read the words
Most beautiful
To be read at a glance
And inside me... 
it's You
My Goal... 
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🍀🧡She lets her...

🍀🧡She lets her mind wander more delicately than any other... 
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🍀🧡There are words...

🍀🧡There are words that sweeten ears with letters from books,
There are hands that only bare,
There are moments that are forgotten,
But there are those who stop talking to make reality,
There are hands that dress you in security,
There are moments that become eternal, difficult to forget,
There are unblinking glances that cause excitement even without first touching,
There is hidden madness that raves in the face of so much sanity,
There is a reflection in the mirror that does not disappear with each awakening,
There is someone who knew where... 
how to... 
satisfy you without despair,
There are nights without moons... 
days without sun,
But there will always be poetry written about your truly loved body... 
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🍀🧡Each person cultivates...

🍀🧡Each person cultivates their own secret garden... 
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