The Lady Of Paris
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Love waits. It always does. No matter how long, or how far. But, are we able too? Are we willing to wait for such a thing as "true love"?
Follow the lady of paris, in the form of poems, and brightly colored flowers, of how she waits. And waits. And waits.
Because, Love is like a flower. If nurtured, and treated correctly, it can blossom and flourish into something beautiful.
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