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Notes of love

Love has its intonations and its notes – like the notes in a song. Who knows how to sing, he knows that the song consists of repetitive intonations, which are combined into a beautiful melody. So is love: whoever knows how to love, knows and feels that love is made up of different notes flowing into each other, connecting into a love song.
1. We are relatives.
My dear, close person. You are well with you and you can relax.
2. I admire you.
You are beautiful and wonderful!
3. You are tasty (yummy).
I want you! I touch you gently and reverently. I look at you passionately. I will eat you!
4. I need you.
From time to time it is useful to include this note.
5. I take care of you.
I correct clothes, hairstyle, bring a glass of juice, blow off motes, etc.
6. You are mine (you are mine). A note of ownership and possession.
Do not confuse possession with power. I do not rule over you, but I take you as property.
7. Pay attention to me (coquetry).
I’m flirting with you. Well, why so immediately, prankster? Take care of me. I’m not yours yet. I am waiting for a little attention from you, I will not tell you about it directly, but I will hint playfully.
Love notes are techniques that you can successfully maintain and develop relationships with, practice, color and enrich them. The choice of a particular note means that a certain state directed towards the partner is unwound and experienced.
Translation of the song “Slipping through my fingers”
Slips away from me
She leaves the house early in the morning with a school bag in her hand.
And says goodbye to me, smiling absently.
I look at it, feeling a rush of well-known sadness.
I have to sit down for a minute …
I feel that I am losing her forever,
So without really knowing her world.
I am glad when I can laugh with her.
My little funny girl …
She constantly eludes me.
I try to remember every moment.
I feel,
That she eludes me.
Do I understand her?
Every time I think that is close to the truth,
It grows again and grows
Escaping me.
In our eyes we are drowsy, we have breakfast at the morning table.
Having just woken up, I lose precious time.
And when she leaves, strange melancholy comes again
And a sense of guilt that cannot be denied.
Where are those wonderful adventures?
I wanted to visit a lot of places with her.
Of course, we saw some of them …
But the majority remained unexplored.
And why, I do not know …
She constantly eludes me.
I try to remember every moment.
I feel,
That she eludes me.
Do I understand her?
Every time I think that is close to the truth,
It grows again and grows
Escaping me.
Sometimes I want to stop those moments.
And save them from the usual things of time.
She eludes me …
Constantly eludes me …
She leaves the house early in the morning with a school bag in her hand.
And says goodbye to me, smiling absently …