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But if each day, each hour you feel that you are destined for me with relentless sweetness if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me. Ah my love, my own in me all that fire is repeated in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten my love feeds on your love, beloved and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.

I want to plant a seed in your mind, some tiny particle of thought that bears a remnant of me. So little by little, day by day, you find yourself thinking of me, until one morning, you will wake up and realize you can’t think of anything else.

-LANG LEAV