That moment made ink gush from my deep soul

That moment made ink gush from my deep soul, "The violet voice of a vocal vice, gentle warmth of hazel rays..." Crush my arm—for you are the verve of the eternal lover, An unusual home for lips that whisper ancient secrets. Dance along the abyss and glimpse an awkward smile, Perhaps I am lucid—you will let eternities slip gently! Your shades envelop me here, in unfathomable depths, Step over this meander and you will find me near your heart. I just dropped a pen, a symbol of my boundless longing, Let my beautiful friend lead you to my bittersweet melancholy: Quiet yet sad; a lover's soul lost in time, Forgetting these verses is a detestable curse, a burning pain. Forever, do not let go, for I will be carried on lower paths, Let me borrow your spirit—to remember past legends. Here, words are shadows of unfulfilled desires, A story is born between the lines, a call of the wandering heart. In the depth of each verse hides a world of secret dreams, Where love and loss dance in an eternal and enchanted waltz, Under the starry sky of our forgotten dreams, still flickering, And thus, the journey continues through the labyrinth of the tireless soul. Every curve hides a secret, a hope, a living memory, Time stops and becomes a silent witness to our story, A love that transcends words, living in our vibrant depths, Let yourself be carried by the wave of this poem, a river of pure emotions. Flow through the heart's bed, where every drop is a tear of longing, Every verse a bridge to infinity, to the eternity of undying love, The bridge that connects our souls, a path to eternal light, A song of longing that echoes in the night's silence, a whisper of love.