Thou art my life Mademoiselle,
The essence of your breath,
The silky skin of your body
And the fragrance thou use
inspire me to live.
Sometime I feel crazy and go wild
And want to catch thy hand
And embrace you tightly,
Thou became afraid
So that I do not make a mistake,
I ask thee Mademoiselle,
Why do you so calculate?
God has given you thy life,
Even if we commit mistakes,
I shall carry the banishment
For thee, my love will take shape within thine body
And I shall live for ever
Where thine signature will remain immortal.

Tags: Abstractness, Poetry

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