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April 05, 2007
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It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul,
Each shade of color manifesting the palette of the heart.
If this is so, let me count the tones of your irises;
Let me spend days gazing into your eyes.
The view is spectacular
Up here in heaven, the weather a perfect mix
Of champagne sunlight and dip ‘n dots snow.
I am drunk off of happiness, satiated by the frozen tears
That never hit the ground.
I stick out my tongue to catch the flavors:
Mint and chocolate, cinnamon rolls and
But it’s the
Moi, j’aime cet endroit; il me bien plait.
Toujours contente, pas heureuse, parce que
Le bonheur peut devenir ennuyeux et monotone plus vite.
Mais toi, tu restes un bon âme,
Et je t’aime toujours.*
No sunset could ever hold a candle to the mélange of color
Outside the window: the sun must set each day, and rise again,
But nothing sets on cloud nine, only rises higher.*(I love this place; it pleases me.
Always content, not happy, because
Happiness can become boring and monotonous more quickly.
But you, you remain a good soul,
And I love you always.)
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