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On the day I met your smiling facade, I should have guessed

On the day I met your smiling facade, I should have guessed That you are a mapless labyrinth, an enigma clothed in the false light of evening, A guide to wanderings, where my steps lost their echo, And your gaze, a deserted lighthouse, left me to navigate in the starless dark. Fate carried me to you, a shipwreck promised from the start, To learn the art of rebuilding from the ruins of my soul, To paint dawns over my dark nights, to clothe my days In the colors of sunrise, in an endless spectacle of rebirth. Become all you wish, in the whirl of change or the calm of stagnation, I, unchanged in my essence, will remain steadfast in a love that crosses eternities, Even when you chose to turn my feeling into a doomed chess game, Leaving my heart to burn on the altar of your unshared passion. You became the executioner of my feelings, a magician juggling flames, You abandoned me in your labyrinth, leaving me to melt in your obsession, From my ashes, to raise a seed of hope, to harvest happiness as forbidden fruit, While I, turned into fertile ground, will nourish the roots of a new beginning. On the altar of silence, where the echoes of love fade into the mist of oblivion, I became a pilgrim in search of light, crossing the dense forests of longing, Within me, a universe opens, a gate to unseen worlds, Where each step is an incantation, and every breath, a song of renewal. In this hidden sanctuary, where reality intertwines with dream, Your love, once a living flame, now a falling star in my twilight, I learn to dance among the shadows of memories, to carve my destiny From the magic of silence, turning every scar into a sacred sign of wisdom.

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