Lulu, rare pearl, sweet and delicate, Her beauty illuminates Thionville, moving radiance, A grain of skin so pure, almost celestial, Each feature, each smile, a moment of grace. In her kisses, an intoxicating breath, Languishing, deep, full of sweetness, They murmur secrets, caress the soul, Like a waking dream, a sweet happiness. Her eyes, mirrors of a calm sea, Sing of promises, of mad desires, And in her perfume, the world fades away, She is poetry, the art of mad love.

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