Welcome to the garden of my heart
I still tend for you

My teacher
My friend
Mon Amie

"A loving heart is the truest wisdom"

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Ne vois-tu pas, ô mon Amie,
Que ce qui nous est accessible
N'est qu'un pâle reflet émis
Par ce qui demeure invisible.

N'entends-tu pas, ô bien-aimée,
Que le bruit vain de l'existence
N'est qu'une rumeur déformée,
Un faible écho d'accords intenses.

Ne sens-tu pas, mon ange aimé,
Que seul importe sur la terre
Ce que, dans un salut muet,
Se confient deux âmes sincères.

                                             Vladimir Soloviov (1892)

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When you are old

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

                                                        W.B. Yeats