In the shadow of love, where souls meet their echo

In the shadow of love, where souls meet their echo, To love becomes a pilgrimage towards one's own rebirth. We seek not a successor in the labyrinth of fate, For to propose a new heaven is like dreaming With angels in flight, while childhood weaves its wings. A young woman, braiding her destiny in strands, Believes herself a memory captive in the moon's dance. An eye sparkling in the deep night, Struggles to break free from the love for endless waters, From the embrace of wings crowning divine heads. I would die again for her pure dream, Where every sunrise is an ascent to infinity. I've squandered my deaths, embracing him in his fall, And if this new love finds its end, It must live on in me, Like a mountain watching over the city, An eternal witness to transformation, Until everything dissolves into the essence of love, A metamorphosis of the heart pulsating in her memory, A flicker in the night that sheltered his spirit, Immortal, in a symphony of coexistence with the sacred. Thus, in this sanctuary of the soul, Where love and death intertwine in a waltz of eternity, I clothe my being in the light of memories, And let love guide me on the path to transcendence, Where each step is an offering to the altar of boundlessness, And where, beyond silences, the soul finds its refuge, In a universe where everything is transfigured by love, And every breath is an echo of the divine, in a world Where love is renewed in an eternal cycle of rebirth and perfection.