Letter(s) to Pierre (Switzerland)

Letter 1

Time is nothing. The desire to love is everything.Someone once told me you trap yourself sometimes by thinking desire and need is love. He was right. Love is something far more precious, but something far more fragile. Hold on to it too tightly and it will crumble in your fingers. Hold it too loosely and the wind might blow it away and shatter it on the cold ground. Listen to the voice in your heart but be absolutely sure the voice comes from your heart.Dreaming allows us to satisfy our desire without performing our task. It is always free to dream, but dreaming too much can also be harmful and might lead us to nightmares.My desire is the passion for which I live my life.Where there is smoke, there's fire. Where there's you, there's desire.If I had just one night to live, I'd live it in your arms, for you hold all my joy, happiness and desires.I desire nothing more than to be in your heart until forever dies.The red rose whispers of passion, and the white rose breathes of love; O, the red rose is a falcon, and the white rose is a dove; but I send you a cream-white rose bud, With a flush on its petal tips; for the love that is purest and sweetest, has a kiss of desire on its lips.bye