Dare to offer words of love to your loved ones and those who matter to you. You will thus touch their hearts with authenticity and intensity in a period of end-of-year celebrations conducive to reunions, reconciliations, declarations and the nurturing of a sentimental flame. Create your own, staging, thanks to its door hangers which can be positioned : like modern Christmas baubles with Messages on your Christmas tree or on the plate of your guests at your table festivities, or directly on the handle of a door for a guaranteed surprise effect. * These door hangers printed by a prestigious Parisian publisher, in black and gold colors, with high-end stationery materials, are sealed for more mystery and discretion, as for the message you have chosen. They are delivered translated into French and English.Thanks to his odes, an ancient lyric poem, you will be able to seduce, reconcile, and amaze your children as well as your husband or wife. * You can choose from the following odes: Ode to Myself (N1), Ode to Ode to Timid love (N2), Ode to Secret love (N3), Ode to Enchantment (N4), Ode to The art of wooing (No. 5), Ode to Lovesickness (No. 6), Ode to Tenderness (No. 7), Ode to Dependency (No. 8), Ode to Jealousy (No. 9), Ode to Reconciliation ( No. 10), Ode to Destiny (No. 11), Ode to Sacred Union (No. 12), Ode to The merging of bodies (No. 13) _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ THE ODE N1 : Ode to Myself Proud as a narcissus, Rare as a solstice Never have I seen A more beautiful artifice. I am without equal. Not the slightest rival. So many qualities, in a single being Combined! May the gods forgive me such vanity! But I could never tire of me. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ THE ODE N2 : Ode to Timid Love May the gods have mercy, When the intensity of my timidity Is pitted in vain Against your immensity! In your presence, I am consumed in silence, And I say nothing of my trance. I live entrenched behind my armour, Concealing an old soul. But would a conquest without shyness, not be a victory without glory ? _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ THE ODE N3 : Ode to secret Love A wild and unvoiced desire, A sword heavy with hopes, A heart quivering with pride, A muted hurricane of happiness. These secret torments, Will long haunt me, If I continue to keep them to myself So lovingly! Like a fire ravaging my soul, My heart, in secret, swoons for you.
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