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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Oh, the poet sees you not just as a fleeting shadow that fades into horizons, He falls in love as the sun in gold transfigures the curve of your cheeks, In the line of the smile that steals your guarded secrets, fragments of hopes gathered, In the tones that around your fingers display codes of lights and dreams. He is captivated by the vibration of the air when his name is a hymn on your sculpted lips, He sees ocean depths and stellar explosions in the pigment of your iris full of delicate reflections, He notices how shadows, in their reverence, outline your form, canvases on which histories are written. In silent chambers, places not filled or solidified by words, A poet with a generous heart will find you, beating in unison with the melody that resonates within you. With eyes that see beyond veils, he extends your being into the most subtle and precious whispers, He will weave you into immortal verses, every beauty captured is a star in your personal constellation. Keeper of souls, the poet does not sit as the executioner of your heart, For he himself, having passed through the fire of mistakes, has learned the art of redemption, He, bearer of lights in the heavy night, traverses the sunken sentences Where the word finds its cradle, and his touch is a balm for wounded souls. In his crafting with the grammatic brush, he resurrects forgotten meanings, and in poetry He rewrites manuals of love, where every wound finds the ointment of a sublime peace. He steps, a charmer of silent wisdom, through the antechamber of hearts, Leaving behind emblems of his passage, inscribing in history cantos That celebrate the candor of moments and the vastness of human love. Each scar becomes, in his odes, an illuminated altar that ceaselessly watches over the wellspring of life. And thus, the master of this arcane lexicon becomes the architect of the kingdoms of imagination, Immortalizing in his profound rhymes the thirst for affection, for connection, for remembrance. A Rousseau of words, painting the unexplored jungles of emotions, Where every mark left, whether it is a gentle step or a sign of suffering, transforms into an ode to existence.
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