lundi 30 juillet 2012

Matida

When the time began to clear your image I went to a sculptor and asked him to sculpt your statue He asked me what you looked like I said that your eyes are those of a gazelle that your hair is comparable to silk your smile is a flood of tenderness your skin is softer than cashmere that your silence is the sweetest song and your character is that of Ulysses' wife Penelope When he finished, I chose to call you Matida and every day I speak to you and kiss you Because I know one day you'll find your soul and you will become my wife Tenderly Sabri

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