We all have a first love

French is a language of love,

On a tous une vie a nous meme, plain de veu, et de chagrin, on esperonne des reve, qui ne se realise pas me qui ne que un reve.

Des histoire pas comme les autre, des histoire que nous imaginons, des histiore a'amour, de la peine a'amour, des reve d'amour qui ne finis pas.

Des histiore que seul la personne qui reve de son passion d'amour pour quel un, elle seule pe les comprend son histoire d'amour pour cette personne. Seul cette personne pe partages se reve avec toi.

La plus par de se reve sont ecritte dons a journal ou meme un papier plein de pousiere, bien cache ou personne pe les lire.

Gift for the one who has everything
A man once asked me,
What do you give the woman who has everything?
I had no answer then.

He gave her a cellular phone.
I am not sure it was appreciated.
Now I can say,
Flowers, poems, massages, scented candles, and quality time
Will always do.

But what do you give the loving teacher who has renounced everything?

At first, in my imagination, I kept throwing him in terrible situations,
So that I could rescue him and thus prove my affection.
Some gratitude.

Then, I thought maybe some ancient worthy manuscript of his favorite author,
What value does that have?
And would that not just take up space and give him a possession to worry over.
Besides, there is bisexual dating site that is currently out of my reach.

Then I thought I would dedicate some book to him, hope it was good
And then give him a copy,
But that would only give him more work to do.
He is already overworked.

A good gift would be something impermanent,
Something which required no maintenance or attention
The answer is the same after million of years, incense.

I then accepted that I would always be in his debt,
That I could never return the favor.

All I can do is accept his gift without any affectation or false modesty,
Remove the protecting shield I use to keep all the others at bay,
And stand naked in front of his loving gaze.

Absorb all his teaching,
Make it mine, express it creatively in my life.

I am still shy and not ready,
Time is passing.
Snap out of it.

Thank you, incense, bow.

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