Will You still want to conquer me when I’ll age and become a pale copy of myself? Will You still wait for me and hope I’ll be on the next train? Will You still bring me wild flowers every morning and tell me without you life is vain? Will You still long for me each night when I am gone? Will You welcome me with your amourous embrace and Your very warm and passionate kisses? Will You still make love to me as if it was the very first time? Will You still pray as if You were the young convert to this religion that only Your lust and love for me created.
How about you? You asked while watching the sunset.
So I sat, closed my eyes and tried to imagine the world without You. Then I open them as fast as I could cause the world seemed to fade away without You in my life. 
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waaaaaaaaaaaowce que j’aime dans l’amour ce sont surtout les mots qu’il est capable de nous inspirer.bravo loula l’amoureuse 🙂
Trés profondément touchée….
» Then I open them as fast as I could cause the world seemed to fade away without You in my life »I know that feeling 🙂
Hello les amoureux:-),Kalima, je dirai même plus c’est le tourbillon de sensations. Rien n’égale cette sensation de plénitude.Chighaf, you very sensitive Chighaf mwah!Leilouta, nice feeling so how is Florida? Hope you have a great time!
سلاموا لولاانا راضي عليكتبارك الله عليكبون ويكاند
Najib,Bonne fin de semaine à toi aussi.Loula mardia & mjartla:-)
Bed’s too big without youCold wind blows right through my open doorI can’t sleep with your memoryDreaming dreams of what used to beWhen she left I was cold insideThat look on my face was just prideNo regrets, no love, no tearsLiving on my own was the least of my fearsBed’s too big without youThe bed’s too big without youThe bed’s too big without youSince that day when you’d goneJust had to carry onI get through the day, but late at nightMade love to my pillow, but it didn’t feel rightEvery day just the sameOld rules for the same old gameAll I gained was heartacheAll I made was one mistakeNow the bed’s too big without youThe bed’s too big without youThe bed’s too big without youPS: je jure que c’est moi qui ai ecris ce poèmehahaha
Le Mythe,Wakha 3la Sting wakha:-)Mwah