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BernardNowman
Date de création :
09-06-2024
posté le 27-08-2024 à 15:24:59
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BernardNowman
le 27-08-2024 à 15:52:03
magnifique article et poéme mon amour (l)
je t'aimeeeeeeeeeee (l) ma chouchounette d'amour (l) à moi
gladys-lemire
le 27-08-2024 à 15:52:00
I promise to always be there for you
Through the good times and the bad
I will love you forever
And I will always cherish you like you deserve
So take my hand and come with me
To a future filled with happiness and love
We will be together forever
And nothing will ever be able to separate us.
gladys-lemire
le 27-08-2024 à 15:45:09
poeme
And far away in the domain,
Where are those we love,
The most beloved weeps for me, lost
From my death in the coming weeks;
The most beloved of my heart is saddened
And plunges her hands like flowers
Into the sources of her eyes of sorrow,
The beloved of my heart is saddened.
And far away in the domain,
The beloved has put on her skates,
Feeling herself in the heart of the ice,
And far towards me strives and tires;
The beloved clings to the stained glass windows
Of the chapel from which one sees far,
With bread, salt and rings,
My poor soul, she, who does not die.
And far away in the domain,
The beloved will no longer weep
The beautiful days of celebrations gone by,
To the family rings on her hands;
The beloved saw me as a saint
Promising an eternal Sunday
To childish and white souls,
And at the very bottom of a faraway domain.
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magnifique article et poéme mon amour (l)
je t'aimeeeeeeeeeee (l) ma chouchounette d'amour (l) à moi
I promise to always be there for you
Through the good times and the bad
I will love you forever
And I will always cherish you like you deserve
So take my hand and come with me
To a future filled with happiness and love
We will be together forever
And nothing will ever be able to separate us.
poeme
And far away in the domain,
Where are those we love,
The most beloved weeps for me, lost
From my death in the coming weeks;
The most beloved of my heart is saddened
And plunges her hands like flowers
Into the sources of her eyes of sorrow,
The beloved of my heart is saddened.
And far away in the domain,
The beloved has put on her skates,
Feeling herself in the heart of the ice,
And far towards me strives and tires;
The beloved clings to the stained glass windows
Of the chapel from which one sees far,
With bread, salt and rings,
My poor soul, she, who does not die.
And far away in the domain,
The beloved will no longer weep
The beautiful days of celebrations gone by,
To the family rings on her hands;
The beloved saw me as a saint
Promising an eternal Sunday
To childish and white souls,
And at the very bottom of a faraway domain.