We held it

There are only in love ones, on the public benches, which have the right to be happy. Languorous, they know that the eternal snow protects their love. Look at their eyes, this spark of youth, their madness, their life. We were thus. Today, we walk less quickly with our worn bodies. The bench enables us to rest. One does not believe any more in the eternal snow. But we always sat together on this public bench where in love ones have the right to be happy. It is not a performance but this will of each day which protected our love. Then, yes, I confess it, I am a liar, I still believe in the eternal snow although the existence taught me that they found with the sun. I knew to turn the glance not to be tried by other mirages. I preserved the opened eyes, rivetted on you, seeking to light me your life, of your madness. They protected me, leading me towards this bench where I always take as much pleasure to be sitted in your company. Soon, we will not be able to come there any more. We will miss the forces. In fact snows of the love found with the sun but the life, our lives. Do not say it to in love, does not break their not dreamed. We were so well when we had their age, that we made this project gives never to leave us. We held it.