Your words are waltzing in perfection Your thoughts are candidly subduing mine Your magic keeps me chained in an eternal devotion (Fragment from Yours, chapter Passion)
In the waltz of the leaves in the air In the features of the playful clouds In the nostalgia carried by the wind In Paris alone, I save your love (fragment from Your presence “partout”, chapter Hope)
The waltz held the feeling you get when you finish a well-loved book. It left me longing for something I couldn't name.
