In the sweet whirlwind, the poet finds his home

In the sweet whirlwind, the poet finds his home, Enamored by that world which lingers in his heart, Where his soul unfolds beneath the serene sky, And words are born like the notes of a divine symphony. He becomes an alchemist of love, transforming experiences into verses, Opening his heart, allowing love to flow into every line, In the dance of his imagination, the universe finds its echo, Metaphors and symbols embroider the white sheet of eternity. Through his eyes, the earth and the heavens intertwine with tenderness, Like an endless dance of forms, in a musical harmony, And love, like a prayer, becomes a divine force, Elevating him on the sacred steps, close to eternity. Thus, the poet becomes a sorcerer of souls, A master of the word, endowed with magical powers, And each stanza becomes a breath of grace, Filled with gentleness and compassion, a mirror of his inner world. Just as his gaze peers into the souls of readers, Luring them into a world full of fragrances and colors, His words dance in hearts with delicacy and charm, His mission, a divine gift, to touch and heal. So the poet embraces the world with love and finesse, Speaking directly to the heart, verses that touch the sensitive fiber, Hoping to spread light and soothe pains, A magician of hearts, guiding those who read with gentleness and love.