French Proverbs

In this life, you have no one for long, then someone so quickly it feels like their presence has touched you only as a moth, gently beating wings against tree bark until a breeze stirs the world against it. And why not love, when you can? I call you, in my heart, my love; I cling to you, fierce and strong. These days – moments strung together, links of paper chain easily torn when pulled. When it comes time to break, let me; and the loop that tears gives us the next clue. My love, my heart: happiness and love, like youth, last only moments – but every moment proves worthy of memory.