Under your cloak of stars, the restlessness is soothed

Under your cloak of stars, the restlessness is soothed, A wave of gentle enchantment caresses my quivering soul, Whenever your shadow flees from sight, I enwrap you in secrets, I lock in my canvas of thoughts your smile that reflects within me. You are the path that bends between playfulness and yearning, In your arms is the world, sown with wind and rediscovery, Like a leaf in the play of the wind, I let your spirit carry me, In the twist of fate that embraces cords of strength at its chest. On the beach of eternity, my love, you are the storm and the fleeting dream, The two of us, silhouettes in dance, sing the melancholy of passing times, In us, silence is an ocean that separates and unites us clandestinely, Our love is a temple in ruins that rises gloriously in dreams. Soulmates, in the bitter chess game of the infinite, we were placed, Unsquashed, always quenching our thirst in relentless searches, Our pulse is an odyssey marked in echoes of stellar breath, We love, tossing petals in the wind, without flight to be restricted. Now I hold you, capturing your essence in me, for later you might be missing, I lay upon you the hope that tomorrow you will laugh as you do this day, Every farewell will resound like the cosmic echo of a heart in agony, And every fiber in me will bleed for every moment without you. Oh, woman, a wreath of joy and sorrow in his often weary hands, When you are a sculpture of crystal, then a visage of bizarre pain, In your odyssey, like a spring, desires will shiver, The violin minstrel of destinies plays its score on the dance of fingers. So remain, in the frame of the dream, in this our portrait, Like the seal upon a metaphor of our ever lively and fervent love, Take my hand and let's enter the dance, on the meadow of the most beautiful myths, Woman, in my carousel, with magic and melancholy sweetly interwoven.