Let your hearts live like Johann Pachelbel

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Let your hearts live like Johann Pachelbel

Darling you,I believe if we look hard, kind, long et wisely, we will see that no matter who we are, there is a becoming that shall happen to us. Henceforth, we shan’t find that without love.Like Sophie et Zur standing in the great piano room enChâteau de Chenonceau,

looking at the Fallen face of love. Tired of utter deception for love. Oh love sweet till bitter, a silken corset of burnt ashes. Whatever shall we do without it?

Then again as I write to feel et ignite something that shall disappoint even my heart of hearts, it’s a story that must complete. In it all dearest, Pach reminds me that love will deter our will to live if lost.
But without it, our hearts can either wither in the heat of summer, to have lost it nor seek it,

mais tu meurs mille morts sans amour.Yes in this life your hearts shall die one thousands deaths if you loose it, that love. The symphony of utter perfection falling into your very selves. I think Panchelbel knew that with strings. The truth is my dearest people, how can one do so with words?I often thought Shakespeare was intensely fou. But As I am writing today, October 12th, that I, a woman Rianna k Shaikh isn’t far behind. For I do now more than ever believe that ready or not, dearest in this world where life buds, where the trees grow further, as the world turns, even as life is birth, though many men shall fade, there is someone out there, two people that loved like such.I am only the observer.

Next shall we,

Then, sir Vivaldi waltz’s his way into theirs heart, fallen with grievous pain et disguised as death to seep into their faltering hearts et renew their souls with a taste of vivre. All in one mental display of hands, melding into a sorrowful inadequate au revoir.