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Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Patience, ma délicate...(English Version)

Patience. Patience, Lily.

A word I used so many times to try to heal a broken heart.
“It is not yet time for you to fall in love, I tell myself”.
“Why don’t you take this time to heal, Lily?”
“Wait. Patience. You will know when it happens”.

But, as I use the word patience to protect an innocent heart in love,
I tend to ask myself if the word insecurity did not find its way into the word I use to hope that one day the word romance would be part of my everyday life.

So, then, is making the first step in a dance for two the solution?
Weird, me who has always wanted to believe that in a pas de deux, it is the man who leads in love…

Oh! What a beautiful concept: a man who desires and pursues me. Who guides and holds me. Who makes me twirl and makes me soar. Who says follow me with the only desire to appreciate me.

Oh! My dear, patience! Chivalry is not dead but precious pearls are rare. Take then notice my dear, that fear does not reside in patience.

Initiating? You will know when to do so, believe me. Learn to appreciate and recognize the good before you. Only then, will you know how to appreciate the beautiful before your face.

A voice keeps me, a voice tells me: “I adjure you young girl! Do not stir up, do not awaken love until it pleases”.
Just like a rose must, in its own maturity blossom in its own time, love, it is not impatient.

Although passion burns in your heart, do not give into it. It is in patience that resides mature love.
Force the petals of a rosebud before its time and hard will it be for you to imagine the full potential that this rose could have had.

If too quickly you try to open your rose, the great consequence of your action will be the need to double in patience hoping that the blossom of your rose will finally be made with grace one day.

My dear, just like a rare pearl, from a grain of sand demands time to become precious, the rose also, delicate as it is, demands time for it to blossom.

So then, patience, patience my delicate: “Do not stir up, do not awaken love until it pleases”.

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