You only give me the impression that you are a romantic man and that you are found of Poetry.C'est de toi la dernière phrase en français ?
Je voudrais être l'écharpe qui pend à ton cou, les boutons de la veste où tu as mis les doigts,Je voudrais être chemise pour te frôler la peau, je voudrais être partout et dans tous les endroits où ces heureux vêtements te font beau comme un roi.
You mean, is the "me" in the verse actually me? I blush to answer that.
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths | Enwrought with golden and silver light | The blue and the dim and the dark cloths | Of night and light and the half light | I would spread the cloths under your feet | But I, being poor, have only my dreams | I have spread my dreams under your feet | Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Can you translate me what you mean, I don't understand what you say about "me" Oh! Jack, why do you hide you cigaret ?
Very sweet lines, I repeat, you are a good poet
The lines are by Yeats, one of my favorite poets. I blush to claim those splendid lines as my own. Forgive me, titabeille, if you thought I penned those lines.
Yeats is also one of my favorite poets !!
L'éclat des étoiles pâlira sous tes yeux, la couleur de la rose s'effacera sous tes lèvres et ton sourire radieux rend mon coeur amoureux.
Which side do you prefer : left or right ?
Tout ce qu'on dit de l'ambroisie | Ne touche point ma fantaisie | Au prix des grâces de tes yeux
Ces vers sont-ils de toi ? Pas mal pour un asiatique qui vit à Chicago !!!
It's time for me to leave you because the diner must be prepared.All the words I whrote today are from me. (I'll have a glas wine : do you like wine ?)
Torture!
Thanks Thomas, he is beautiful !Exquisite.
But can't you see that she's pinning him down for you?