World,
I'm trying to write a Valentine-related French poem pour ma classe, but nothing is coming out of me. It's like I don't have any love in life. Which is completely untrue because I'm afraid that I might have..tooo much love. Or maybe I just can't of mignon things to say. C'est vrai.

"I wish I had a heart like yours." That really made me happy.

I had a nice day. My heart crashes and the car crashed. I kiss and I kiss and hold and I touch. And I'm such a mess, it must be something to watch.

PS, Forget those deep baby-blue eyes, or a magnificent pair of olive-green eyes, or the hypnosis of silver-gray eyes. I am so in love with brown eyes that I put myself in trouble.

I need to get back to work.
Bonne nuit, je suis desole about my lack of soulful blogging. Je ne sais pas. My witto soul is in hiding since the rain.