I wander through the days like a beggar of love, lost in desire
I wander through the days like a beggar of love, lost in desire,
Searching for traces of you in places where you have never been.
I wasn't looking for love, but I found you, my hidden light,
Now every breath is a fragment, for I cannot hold the entire dream.
Among thousands of faces, I am alone, their voices mere echoes,
For I seek you in the crowd and return with empty hands.
I look at strangers and steal pieces from them, from smiles, from glances,
Trying to build your shadow, to fool my heart that you are here.
But when the illusion fades, I find myself broken again,
Invisible tears flow, silence suffocates me, heavy as lead.
I look at the world not to live in it, but to search for you in its shards,
Helpless before love, I cannot run, I cannot touch, I cannot end.
All I can do is reconstruct you from borrowed fragments,
To search for you in the dark, to lose you again and again, an endless cycle.
And yet, I don't know if you will ever find out, if you will understand,
How I love you through a loneliness that becomes my second skin,
Through a helplessness that crushes me daily, through an endless search,
Until it becomes the only truth I live with, my only destiny.
Copyright © Dan Enache | Year Posted 2025
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