In its silence, my love sings softly

In its silence, my love sings softly, Like an autumn wind that gently caresses the slow-moving leaves, Without grand ideals or hidden violence, Just a deep stillness that embraces unspoken words. There's no need to swear allegiance on gilded parchments, For its truth is pure, like ice sparkling under the sun, And like the fire smoldering quietly in the depths of the soul, People hold roses in trembling hands. They weave promises like a spider's web, Fragile and ephemeral in the face of fleeting time, And my love laughs, like flowers opening at dawn, With a simple joy that cannot be bought. In the depths of its gaze, endless stories are born, A world without borders or barriers of time and space, Words are lost in the silence that speaks deeply, While my love floats, a melancholic dream.