One night, time has stopped.
We had everything.
Absolute and perfect love, drawn in the most beautiful powder pink, the colour of the macarron from the window of that dream boutique in magic Paris, as only we know it.
That night, you whispered to me that you love the scent in my hair and my hot, velvety skin.
My warm and gentle voice that tells poems with meaning and love,
That you could live next to me without stopping and that life together will be as tender and good as me.
Time has stopped for us, my love,
So we can write the story we have dreamed about.
Tell me, my love, that I am unique and let’s get lost in boundless love.
Let’s wrap ourselves in the magic of an endless beginning.
Take my hand and let’s live the story of our lives under the starry sky of a perfect night.
I love you!
One night, time has stopped
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