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Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.

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- It was a love that spoke for itself, as natural as a poem which grows in a flower at the end of its rod. without ever having confessed it, I have never conjugated the verb to love. Life goes like this: we don't know if she goes ahead or slips through our fingers: The most beautiful roses fade, not their beauty, but through death, which takes everything away. Today I bury her, but the words I intended say to her, will never reach her heart. Sleeping Beauty, who knows , if ultimately the kiss of my thought will be able to turn times upside down as well as a film played backwards, giving the petals the radiance of their colors: It's a love that speaks for itself, as natural as a poem, that you take to your grave. - (originally written in french... see below ) - C'est un amour qui parlait de lui-même, aussi naturel qu'un poème qui se développe en fleur au bout de sa tige . Sans l'avoir jamais avoué, je n'ai jamais conjugué le verbe aimer. La vie se déroule ainsi: on ne sait si elle va de l'avant ou file entre nos doigts : Les plus belles roses se fanent, non pas leur beauté, mais par la mort, qui vient tout emporter. Aujourd'hui je l'enterre, mais les mots que je lui destine, n'atteindront jamais son cœur . Belle au bois dormant, qui sait en fin de compte si le baiser de ma pensée pourra remontera le temps, ainsi qu'un film passé à l'envers, redonnant aux pétales l'éclat de ses couleurs : C'est un amour qui parle de lui-même, aussi naturel qu'un poème , que tu emportes dans ta tombe .

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- It was a love that spoke for itself, as natural as a poem which grows in a flower at the end of its rod. without ever having confessed it, I have never conjugated the verb to love. Life goes like this: we don't know if she goes ahead or slips through our fingers: The most beautiful roses fade, not their beauty, but through death, which takes everything away. Today I bury her, but the words I intended say to her, will never reach her heart. Sleeping Beauty, who knows , if ultimately the kiss of my thought will be able to turn times upside down as well as a film played backwards, giving the petals the radiance of their colors: It's a love that speaks for itself, as natural as a poem, that you take to your grave. - (originally written in french... see below ) - C'est un amour qui parlait de lui-même, aussi naturel qu'un poème qui se développe en fleur au bout de sa tige . Sans l'avoir jamais avoué, je n'ai jamais conjugué le verbe aimer. La vie se déroule ainsi: on ne sait si elle va de l'avant ou file entre nos doigts : Les plus belles roses se fanent, non pas leur beauté, mais par la mort, qui vient tout emporter. Aujourd'hui je l'enterre, mais les mots que je lui destine, n'atteindront jamais son cœur . Belle au bois dormant, qui sait en fin de compte si le baiser de ma pensée pourra remontera le temps, ainsi qu'un film passé à l'envers, redonnant aux pétales l'éclat de ses couleurs : C'est un amour qui parle de lui-même, aussi naturel qu'un poème , que tu emportes dans ta tombe .