Do you want me to tell you about hearts beating in unison

Do you want me to tell you about hearts beating in unison, yearning for the same desire that consumes their souls, About hands moving on their own, defying the will of those who barely control them, About ragged breaths igniting flames, turning them into living torches of passion, About the invitation and acceptance in their eyes, screaming with the fervor of a stormy sea? About the burning desire to reveal what lies beneath the surface of their clothes and under their skin, Shall I tell you the story and reveal the end of the two who held each other tightly, As if tomorrow melted at the doorstep and time stopped for them, Love unspoken in words, but known by heart even by the daffodils at the door? Love that waited with devoted patience for the moment to strike—"let those who love meet," Love that I only glimpsed in passing, woven by me into unspoken words, But never saw in its full splendor, a dream born of longing, Shall I tell you the story that rose to life like a phoenix from its ashes, reborn from hidden desires? Like forests springing from the ancestral stones of the earth, like stars born from great collisions, Like the bright red light lingering on the paths of the setting sun in the distance, I will tell you about the love that rises from ashes, like an echo of a secret melody, Tell me, do you want me to tell you about that love, about that desire that never fades?