The years will pass, calendars will endlessly roll over the land of forgetting

The years will pass, calendars will endlessly roll over the land of forgetting, But the moment I saw you, that moment suspended in the eternity of a gaze, The flame of love kindled then will burn silently in the hidden corners of my heart, Like a solitary lighthouse in the night, illuminating the secret paths of my soul. Seasons will slip through the hourglass of time, distances will melt like snow in the sun, People will change their masks daily, dancing on the ever-changing stage of life, But my loyalty to you is like a nocturnal moth in love with the flame, Smiling as it burns, gracefully accepting the fate of the consuming embrace. I do not care for the shifting colors of this world, nor for traditions twisting in the wind, Even your right to change belongs to you, like a boundless freedom, But my love will remain the same; an unwavering rock against the furious waves of time, Unchanged, unshaken, and infinite, a starlit sky watching silently over the night. I will remain whatever your heart wishes me to be, an echo of your desires, a dream in which to lose yourself, A silent shadow following your steps, a verse of an unspoken poem, a whisper of longing, In this universe of ours, where love becomes a story written in the endless night stars, And I become a traveler in time, keeping you in my soul as a priceless treasure.