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Mon amour, ma femme Mon amie, mon âme Quand je dis que je t’aime Ce n’est pas une plaisanterie Ce n’est pas une triste moquerie
Let’s take a long walk So we can have a long talk About everything under the sun
Mon amour quand tu pars Quand tu t’en vas C’est ma lune qui part C’est mon soleil qui s’en va Je ne mange pas
Frau, du warst so schön. Du warst so hübsch Du warst so höflich, so jung und voller Leben Du warst so wunderschön. Du warst so nett Du warst so zärtlich und fern von den Raupen.
Today is a new spring’s first day Today is the birth of a new season Today is another blessed birthday
Fanm, fanm, o fanm rapadou Boubout mwen, bèsom, kòmansmanm Nan kaye jounalye mwen chak jou Chak jou se pou ou, se jou pa ou
Mujer, mujer, oh dulce mujer Mi amor, mi cuna, mi comienzo En mi cuaderno diario Cada día es tu día Tú eres mi alma, mi pilar
Merry Christmas Darling We’re apart as you planned And every day is full of pain Since you’re holding a different hand
This is from your dear Mother Who expected you for months Sometimes feeling distressed and exhausted Though excited, from carrying another Soul Eyes watched how she gained weight
a pristine splotch of fuschia / a flawless splatter of ruby / the radiant smudges of sunlight pure as a virgin / the poignant aroma of rose petals /
With tears in my eyes I look into yours Our eternal lives Have been suddenly cut short Though they are closed tight A new door unlatched.
Darling of Evolution by Vir Singh Evolution has been On its journey For billions of years; It was destined to come out With its climax creation. And, ultimately,
I can't believe How long it's been Since I've heard your voice Since I felt your skin Since I saw your eyes and felt your lips. I miss you Dearly, my beloved for without you
You know what Darling? Throw away that makeup. Feel beautiful as you. Now this is not another one of those ones that is going to say acne is beautiful. That your flaws are perfection. No.
I must confess to you, my dear, There’s something about the night And the feeling of paper beneath ink That draws out confessions like a canvas to the painter I must confess to you, dear,
The path has never been a straight one,
My place is stained with you I look to my left and it's where we laughed I look to the right and it's where we loved The chair that I sat in as you broke the news The bed I lay on as I listened to you
How many times have they whispered your name as you walk by They point at you across the hall They giggle as you go into class I know that you notice them when they do But do you listen to them
Of all the beautiful things in this world, I have never encountered anything-- Anyone as wonderful as you, by far. The purity of your nature. Innocence; So sweet yet mature.