EmilyLauret

EMILYLAURET

If you love me, love me whole, not by shadows or light.. If you love me, love me in black and white, and gray, and green, and blond. , and brown.. Love me in the day, love me in the night.. And the dawn at the open window! .. If you love me, don't lower me: Love me all.. Or doesn't like me at all! Hang on to your dreams because if dreams die life is like a bird with broken wings unable to fly. Hold on to your dreams because if dreams disappear life is like a barren field covered with frost. I love you by your eyebrow, by your hair, I debate you in very white corridors where the sources of light play, I argue with each name, I gently tear your scar, I put lightning ashes and ribbons that slept in the rain your hair. . I don't want you to have a form, to be precisely what happens behind your hand, for the water, consider the water, and the lions when they dissolve in the sugar of the fable, and the gestures, this architecture of nothingness, lighting their lamps in the middle of the game. Every morning it's the painting where I invent and draw you, ready to erase you, that's not who you are, nor with that straight hair, that smile. I'm looking for your sum, the rim of the glass where the wine is also the moon and the mirror, I'm looking for that line that makes a man tremble in a museum gallery. In addition, je t'aime, et depuis longtemps et froidement I love you, and for a long time and a cold.

The day you love me will have more light than June; the night you love me will be a full moon, with notes of Beethoven vibrating in every ray his ineffable things, and there will be more roses together than during the whole month of May. The crystal fountains will flow down the slopes, jumping crystal the day you love me. The day you love me, the hidden bushes will sound arpeggios never heard before. Ecstasy of your eyes, all the springs that have been and will be in the world will be when you love me. Hand in hand like little blonde sisters, headed with frank strawberries, the daisies will cross mountains and meadows, before your steps, the day you love me.. And if you take one of its leaves, its innocent last white petal will tell. vous: Passionately! At the dawn of the day when you love me, all the clovers will have four threatening leaves, and in the pond, nest of unknown germs, will bloom the mystical corollas of the lotuses. The day you love me, there will be every cloud magnificent wing; every arbol, mirage of "A Thousand and One Nights"; Every breeze is a song, every tree a lyre, every mountain an altar. The day you love me, for us both The beatitude of God will be in a single kiss.

Discovering the world is one of the most pleasant sensations, that's why I love it, to know what surrounds me, I love to sing, dance, enjoy every little moment of life that presents itself to me to be happy and make happy those around me. Sweet kisses, touch of feathers, they accompanied me in my dreams. Arrogant smiles, unbalanced smiles are my first thoughts when I wake up. I hope it feels good to see a new day as you make me feel. I wake up to the music of birds outside my window It's a music that talks about everything that's right in the world It's a music that echoes the song in my heart A music that's driven by thoughts about you touches my heart like a string, filling it with music. I looked at the moon before I fell asleep, I know you too I woke up in the bright rays of the sun, I know you too, I'm glad we have another day, I know you too. The morning comes with beautiful rays, rays of hope, rays of love, it also comes with splashes of dew on the leaves, dew of new beginnings, dew of peace. Your love makes my heart dance to the rhythm of the staccato that is the beat of your heart, it makes me walk with a swing and a smile on my face makes me think of you all day. They say to love and be loved is the best thing. I say they know nothing until they have been wrapped in your love to bow in a gentle abandonment so that your desires are fulfilled to the maximum, it is the best I know because you make me wake up. Every day. Some say love is the fabric of fairy tales of princes sweeping princesses of fairy godmothers waving their wands and creating magic. I thank every day my godmother fairy to know my needs and bring you my way. Love is a language between two hearts it rarely needs words it feeds on actions it's a symphony without sound like the relationship between night and morning.