Amid so many flowers I found you, and your beauty bloomed in my heart. 🌼🌼🌻🌼🌼
🩵🩵🩵 Côte d’Azur 🌊
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CARPE DIEM 🌹 by #williamshakespeare O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear! your true-love’s coming That can sing both high and low; Trip no further, pretty sweeting, Journey’s end in lovers’ meeting— Every wise man’s son doth know. What is love? ‘tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What’s to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty,— Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty, Youth’s a stuff will not endure.
CARPE DIEM 🌹 by #williamshakespeare O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear! your true-love’s coming That can sing both high and low; Trip no further, pretty sweeting, Journey’s end in lovers’ meeting— Every wise man’s son doth know. What is love? ‘tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What’s to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty,— Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty, Youth’s a stuff will not endure.
CARPE DIEM 🌹 by #williamshakespeare O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear! your true-love’s coming That can sing both high and low; Trip no further, pretty sweeting, Journey’s end in lovers’ meeting— Every wise man’s son doth know. What is love? ‘tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What’s to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty,— Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty, Youth’s a stuff will not endure.
CARPE DIEM 🌹 by #williamshakespeare O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear! your true-love’s coming That can sing both high and low; Trip no further, pretty sweeting, Journey’s end in lovers’ meeting— Every wise man’s son doth know. What is love? ‘tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What’s to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty,— Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty, Youth’s a stuff will not endure.
Vacation mode on!! 🦋
CARPE DIEM 🌹 by #williamshakespeare O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear! your true-love’s coming That can sing both high and low; Trip no further, pretty sweeting, Journey’s end in lovers’ meeting— Every wise man’s son doth know. What is love? ‘tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What’s to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty,— Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty, Youth’s a stuff will not endure.