Upon the undulations of this world, viscera of wandering silk

Upon the undulations of this world, viscera of wandering silk, Subtle, and their glimmer passes through impoverished rhetorics and lingering questions, My attempts to find answers dissolve in a soul that oscillates in silence, Hoping in a nameless future to find my bearing force. I contemplate the shadows of the past, and feel how despair swallows me, This twisted life, penned by destiny as a cruel irony, But through whirlpools and storms, I await you, unwritten love, To decode my cryptic map, to find the treasure hidden beneath my heart. Man's quest often ends in vain in the search for truth, We flee from its relativity that haunts and shakes our dreams, Yet I choose to dress in the garment of time, to catch wings And in the weave of our love, to sketch an escape from resignation, a shiver. Let us love then, without questioning, without the cold weapons of reason, Let us feel the warmth of life and bring into dance steps the promised age, Wrapped in the fabric of time and of the love that made us find each other, Let's leave the rhetorics behind, burn the perplexities in the flame that does not extinguish. Let us aspire for our love to be like silk textures, Ephemeral, delicate, and perfectly shaped by capricious destiny, To surrender ourselves to the current of love, steadfast and full of zeal to be complete, In a time to come, to overcome together fears and trials, guided by the moon's sigh. Thus, my love, let us be enchanted by this waltz of existence, Let us cling ardently and seek in every moment the truth hidden within us, Let us face together the bramble of this life, with faith as the wind in our sails, To defy fear and resignation, forever seeking love, the silken bond touching the stars.