In the labyrinth of the evening, I invite you to lose ourselves in the scent of tea

In the labyrinth of the evening, I invite you to lose ourselves in the scent of tea. Today, love, you are my queen, and I - your humble procession, Here, a throne made of dreams' foam is laid out for you, Come, step out from the dream and allow love to bloom into reality. Let the tea dance with the moonlight, providing us with playful joy, Let us be two, wrapped in a symphony of stars and longing, I implore you, don't delay when this silvered world is calling you, Add your laughter as an echo to the depths of my darkened heart. Slip through memories, to harvest droplets of days, If you find no sweetness, come with the illusion of one who hopes, Let's give the tea that taste of mystery and ancient tale, That wishes to pledge two souls, in hymns of shared breath. Glide, my love, among shadows, may fortune smile upon you, The stars beckon us to be the light in the enveloping night, Beneath their clarity, we shall lose ourselves in an everlasting dream, And we’ll slice from love pieces of heaven to share with a dreaming world. Gates ajar in the labyrinth of eternity, search along the path, Find a moment of hope, bring it untouched by the dust of doubt, Whether it's just a kernel or a shooting star casting brightness, Let it sweeten our gazes that have aged in wait. And in the mist of fate, perhaps you’ll discover, a breeze of joy, A flake of pure gold lost on the last ray of the sun, Don't count them, don't weigh them, just gather them with love, For the coming day, let us two be the never-setting evening star. Come, love, to stand upon my threshold, The tea is my pilgrimage, and you are the destiny of its questions, Come, fill the void, let's get lost in alchemy and in vow, Under the silk of the sky and in the pulse of our hearts, bound.