I rubbed my eyes and the image of my slain Marie was replaced by a burly woman in blue dress pants and an ill-fitting formal shirt with short sleeves.
The four lovers, now scattered all over the woods, were overcome by magic and were soon under a trance. They all walked to the centre of the forest. Read love story from Paris
I don’t know what life has in store for me in the future, I don’t know where I may reach but I know I won’t give up. Now, I feel, the time has come,
A Poem – There on the slopes of Ida, Amidst vines and olive, Reclined he. A mere mortal, yet a connoisseur of beauty Even if it was Olympian.