It is necessary to know how to tame her,
Shy, careful, secret and reserved,
Not very comfortable in a crowd.
She possesses this discreet charm,
You cannot forget as a viral load.
Natural, simple, reliable in her feelings,
She needs proofs to be reassured.

Her attitude is sensible and direct,
An inner life is rich of her life's striking,
Where her intellectual sphere takes it,
By the elegance of her sparkling creativity,
Under the power of her own meditations.
She is so rational, ironic and critical,
By her genuine metaphysical reflections.

She is constantly building on her intuition,
In the area of integrating life's solutions.
She thinks of being late, but just accurate,
Worried in pleasing and in being loved,
But just forgets she is part of human being.

You can trust her blindly,
Because in spite of her side to part,
So different and so warm,
That can perturb you,
And walk away from both of you.

She remains your half for all eternity,
Even if today this Love has dried up,
Keep her sharing gift to love yourself,
To be yourself, and nothing else !

You, who thought,
You were strong enough,
To vanquish both life and death.
You known you were, silly you,
Man enough to love her the best way,
And that wasn't the right way,
Too much love is often a flaw.
Her eyes turned away from you,
Her heart freezed over forever,
Erasing the present into the past,
Your bliss has disappeared into time.
Sadly way of sneaking up on you,
Tricky way of helping you out.
You will always love her,
Tell her that you will.

Don't give up,
Even It is hard to get back up,
To listen through the hurt,
The beats of your heart.

Your happiness is in your weakness,
That you feel and that you abandon,
To believe and feed your hopefulness,
Could become a painful cross,
To have only one horizon,
No more boundaries to cross,
And no more cold season.

Little by little the boredom,
In the dead of night,
Takes the new step,
where it's just done.
No more people,
No more phone call,
Just the silence
Of the oversight,
Until the mornings come,
To restore this hopeful quest.

In this night you sink,
You wait for an answer,
which will not come any more.
How far are you gonna take
this strange carousel,
You turn around aimlessly.
Love is a spell,
created by mortals,
Don't forget,
You are alive.
And It is time to shine.

The beauty of the butterfly withers away in the first evening lights,
In the melancholic and languishing waltz of its hopelessness.
The sheer exhilaration of its colours disappears in the shadow of this night,
To keep only in memory, the fragrant shades of its heady loveliness,
And to be unable to bloom in this vast and dark nothingness of life.

That does not seem to have prices,
And nevertheless its weight has no equal.
That the paradox to find its reason,
To be freed by it and to move forward.
Beyond wounds and sadness,
To never fall in its contempt,
As a shout pushed by the nothingness.
In its moments faded,
To Learn how to uplift itself,
To provide further life opportunities,
To be able to forgive.

When you have only Love
It won't come to you
With the only resource
Than always believing.

You are unable to listen
The sound from her soul,
As a single word,
As a single reason,
And single relief,
To convince your broken heart.

So, you understand nothing
But the strength to love,
Don't keep it in your hope,
And cease to live in this painful world,
Because you have to love yourself before..

Taking my child in my heart
To comfort his griefs,
Taking my child in my arms
To dry his tears,
Taking my child in my hand
To absorb his sadness.

Taking my child in my life
To lead him to his future,
Taking my child in my hope
To give him confidence in his stride,
Taking my child in my coloured dreams
And let him go to sleep in peace.

A Daily missing ,
Feeling a different future,
Struggling against this instant,
Accepting this present time,
And this living otherwise.

Having nothing,
But the strength to love,
Leaving everything,
But the madness to lie,
To meet maybe,
Just the ghost of a past dream !

If the flight of the butterfly is the magic quintessence of the life,
The caterpillar will know only by its own sacrifice...