Pays du tendre.

That smile so wide,
It spake is all.
Eyes bright, hope tall,
Chilly winters, spring, summer and fall.

And all was same and just the same,
When something broke the monotony.
That summer afternoon, she could not think,
Of anything but this agony.

This experience, this journey,
Was new for her, she did not know how.
A sparkle in the eye replaced the glitter,
And many other ‘new’ in the tow.

Must they always give it all a name?
No, not at all, and why do they, it’s a wonder.
She’s new around here, and a little bit lost,
This summer, this PAYS DU TENDRE.

– Stuti

(Pays du tendre is an expression commonly used to mean the domain or subject of love)

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