Sometimes, perhaps often when we are young
Sometimes, perhaps often when we are young,
we fall in love without knowing or having experienced real love...
that's how we learn... painful at times... happy for a while... but as we grow, we learn.
And when it happens that we find the love we thought no longer existed,
it happens and it lasts, forever, I hope!
I call it The Mystery, because it happens unexpectedly and it lasts...
In a world veiled in mist and night,
Our souls float like phantom ships on unknown seas,
Falling in love with the mists of dreams, with the chimeras of fleeting loves,
Each shiver we experience, a brief and intense flame that burns and illuminates us,
Each touch an ephemeral promise of eternity, yet endless in its depths.
We search for our pair through the mirrors of water, dancing at the edge of the world,
Seeking to decipher the hidden codes of the heart in the shadows of the setting sun,
Without understanding that true love does not reveal itself through gradual storms of emotions,
But in the blessed silence of moments when two souls recognize each other
In the quiet of an eternal dusk, where only the frozen whispers of the stars watch over.
As time follows its course, as inevitable as rivers carving mountains,
We begin to see true love as a silent star that shines unceasingly,
A constant light in the vastness of the inner cosmos, mysterious and boundless.
In this journey of self-discovery, pain becomes a mentor,
Smoothing the sharp corners of illusions, revealing the pure essence of love.
And when, ultimately, we meet that love which seems woven from the fabric of dreams,
We recognize in the eyes of the beloved an entire universe, both complex and simple,
We find ourselves in their gaze, as though we had known each other before the dawn of ages,
And the mystery gradually unfolds, like a flower opening its petals under the moon's rays.
It lasts, like eternity itself, a beacon that guides us to infinity.
Under dark skies, where dreams whisper their secrets,
We learn to dance to the rhythm of the heart, each step a meditation on the present,
Each breath a covenant with time, for in this love we find solace,
Understanding that mystery is not just a word, but a state of being,
A cosmic accord that binds us to the stars, the abysses, and the unseen lights of life.
On the dusty road of memories, I feel guided by an unseen force,
In search of that sacred essence that transforms the ephemeral into the eternal,
Your touch, a source of warm light, infusing every fiber of my being with life,
And in this mystical dance of love, I rediscover the joy of fulfillment.
Floating through the spaces between words, we rediscover the magic of each shared moment,
Where the entire creation merges into a magnificent tableau of colors and senses,
Our love becomes a star that never sets, an eternal beginning,
And now, I know that The Mystery is what transcends time and material existence,
A chest of treasures hidden in the depths of the heart, waiting to be discovered.
In this symphony of consciousness, where each note is imprinted with infinity,
We find our souls vibrating in unison, in a mysterious and unending dance,
Each day together a chapter written in the stars, a story of eternal love,
And in this continuous flow of pure moments, the true Mystery remains,
A silent miracle that happens somewhat unexpectedly but lasts,
Forever, in our hearts united under the endless sky.
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Dan Enache
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