to forget their echo of safe silence,
She thought--- love is easy to kill,
She lied to herself...
While she loved even more...
How possible to cut a branch of love
When roots of tree within endlessly forever ?
Cheap fights, needless epithets came already into an ash,
but white birds come back too often and spirit of oneness persists,
For they "still have Paris" and eternity awaiting...
"As time goes by..."