Les Eaux de l'Âme

Symbol of life: by saying “I love you with all my heart,” you invoke the organ whose beating causes our blood to circulate. Pierced by the arrows of Eros or broken by Cupid’s abandonment, I’m struck by love as if I were struck by lightning. My pulse marks the rhythm of your tender or bitter feelings, the transformation of your emotions. Can one live without passion? That’s the heart of the problem, for I remain the center of your sentiments, the source of life. Precious as a ruby, explosive as a bomb, bold as hot spice, I am love, the Soul of the Heart.

Born of a goddess’s tears or her lover’s blood, I am called the windflower, awhimsical notion, sometimes caressed, sometimes forsaken. The sensuality of my velvety petals and the delicacy of my scent invite seduction.My precious chalice, dusted in violet, inks my heart. My desire to love is offered to those who dare approach my fruitful heart.But at night, I close, sealing my bloom, hiding my unspoken language.In the language of flowers, I am desire, surrender, letting the wind carry mylonging. My heart holds no grudge,  I am the Soul of a Flower.