Je me souviens et sais que vous ne vous souvenez pas de moi. Je revis notre amour et sens votre contact. Vous êtes réels à moi aujourd'hui. Que je ne sois réel à vous plus, me signifie peu. Peut-être je n'étais jamais très réel à vous. Mais l'amour est l'amour et il ne peut être nié par aucun d'entre nous maintenant, bien que je parle pour seulement moi-même.
I remember and know that you don't remember me. I relive our love and feel your touch. You are real to me today. That I am not real to you anymore, means little to me. Perhaps I was never very real to you. But love is love and it can't be denied by either one of us now, although I speak for only myself.
Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
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