Being speechless at the mention of the beloved is eloquence
And the eloquence of the lovers is to be, speechless, mute
Long I humilated the people who loved until I tasted it
Until I met a gazelle with big eyes so slender so cute
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This poem about love is as passionate as the sequels about Victor Hugo I reckon. Especially when you wrote here about that first and last beloved one
Your words are the power of my soul...very proud of you Beste Sylvia