Love the life you live.
Living for yourself is living in vain.
Live for others
And you will live again.
Life is a laboratory
Where each labor is a labor of love.
The lacerations lacing each labor
Will shine like a ladybird over the lake.
You are the lama,you are the liquor which
When drunk will make people
Dance the lambada.
You are not a lame duck in a lamentable state.
You are the lamp giving light
Like a landlord and the landmark
Is you without any landmines.
You are the landscape that offers
Life and love without any landslides.
Love is your language, languid
And you never languish like a lantern
In a lonely lapa crying like a lapdog.
Lassitude visits not your latitude.
Latin lover that you are, never a late comer,
With lateral thinking, you create laughter
Putting a laurel wreath on everyone’s head
While the lava lamp dances
And the scent of lavender spreads around.