If you wish to conquer my soul in shreds of forever

If you wish to conquer my soul in shreds of forever, Drop your mask and carry me in your embrace, As a panther, lie in wait for me, not to steal me away, But to dance with me in the love's palace we yearn for. The storm inside of me is silently disarmed, In the quiet chambers, with the murmur of an abandoned river, Cast my becoming into the future's pastels, And blend into my passage, smooth as a muse in flight. If you add to our struggles the salt and bitterness of life, Wield your character like an art of pure mastery, Your sincerity will be a lighthouse in the darkness, And may you wander far from the sneaky chains of deductions. Rather, go and sculpt your language from mute gestures, Mysterious, as the eyes speak what words cannot, And let your steps be guided by robust melodies, That feed my hungry eyes with beauty and shape. Now follow the steps that promise ungrasped bonds, And don't forget the light that must end the enshrouded spectacle, So that in the end, my soul may be enmeshed in your nets, And you enclose it in a labyrinth of love, to gift it immortality and the eternal.