Reading Antoine de Saint Exupery's The Little Prince is living a life-time of Love, innocence and tenderness. It is to allow your heart to churn several times over, with a feeling that is so overwhelming, you can barely put a finger on it. 'It must be love' you think, and simply linger on.
The Little Prince is one of those stories, in the love and warmth of which you bask, a long time after you have turned the last page. You have this clear memory of the Prince's presence - his haughtiness, his tender frame, his golden locks. Above all, you really do look up to the stars and hear for a bell of laughter!
Tell me, did you ponder over whether the sheep ate the flower? I feel that it does not matter anymore. Either way, we will have known love and its tenderness - you and me and the Little Prince.
