L'homme propose, Dieu dispose
I believe that it is better to be divided by truth than united in deceit
When love is great, there is no need for words. For even in silence, love is heard
I see the moon
The slivers of light leak through the branches
into my soul awaken past hidden memories
Dancing leaves, soft wind singing the song of sweet longing
Caress my hair
The long strands divulge the memory of being touched by you
Breathless I close my eyes and wonder
If you happen to look up the sky, and see the moon
The reflection of passion, the relentless search for your own soul mate
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