The tattoo heart.

Vie is a chatter box, a flirt, a mad big spender. With golden spoons, porcelain tea pots and vintage beds covered with vail. Vie is a tease, a laugh, a catchy concept. Vie likes flowers, the changing seasons, the wrinkled hands, the photo frames. Vie knows how to hate and how to kill. But Vie knows better how to hide all weapons, dress in pink and dance away the worries in rose gardens and fountain drops. Ahhh. Vie is so large. She's like a song, a great belief, eternal pose. That's only if you know what I am talking about and truly see la vie en rose...