In the depth of silence where love is born

In the depth of silence where love is born, You pronounce my name with a voice of spring, In an echo that crosses the forests of eternity, Where buds open under your azure gaze. Your eyes, windows to the soul of the world, Where dreams bloom on branches of hope, And each blink of yours is a cleansing rain, Washing the depths of my being, sown with seeds of light. Your hands, artists of the dawn, Embrace the sun and weave paths from its rays, Towards my heart, the garden where you wander immortal, On the path that always brings you back, into our hidden sanctuary. In everything that surrounds me, you are the essence of life, Unchanging through the seasons of the soul, Like a bird flying towards freedom, But choosing to remain, anchored in our eternity together. Your shoulders, keepers of constellations, Your breasts, gardens of thorns where the secrets of the night ripen, My life, a collection of sacred moments, Stolen from the darkness of an endless night. Love me, without asking why, Just as I love you, in the secret of my heart, In this dance of existence, where love is the only law, A journey to the heart of the other, where to love is a divine art. In this world, where nothing is definitive, Our love remains the only eternal truth, A flame that burns in the depth of starless nights, A promise that, despite hardships, love will carry us, On the wings of the wind, towards the dawn of a new day, Where you and I are one, in the song of the universe, A hymn of love that transforms everything into magic, In an endless poem, written in the stars that watch over us.