Wonderful woman, you are the bread and the fire of my unseen life

Wonderful woman, you are the bread and the fire of my unseen life, A crumb of solace locked in each grain of the hourglass, You are the solstice pulsating in my veins, always present, A moonbeam that caresses the night of restlessness with a touch of gold. You are the wine that trickles into my soul, with a taste of immortality, Transforming every moment into an ode to the eternal. And you are the fruit, ah, that forbidden fruit, which haunts my dream, Imprinting upon my lips the seal of euphoria, wave after wave of sweet pain. With your voice like an echo, a choir of seraphim, you roam my being, Filling my heart with a yearning interlaced with the flight of a butterfly, A melancholic song of the angel who stopped here, In this temple beaten by the wind, resting next to my unbeating heart. When spring caresses your lips, time weaves its green-hope, And summer, oh, my love, you dress in the midday sun’s fire, Pure and perfect, you wrap yourself in the petals of my steadfast love, Tower, as you are, with your feet rooted deep in the sands of our love. I hold you to my chest like an unwritten verse, with a rhyme only we understand, And I regard you as an unfinished masterpiece, the handiwork of a godly artist, In your eyes, day and night sparkle, stars in the sky, mirrors of my fairy, You are the poem that sings in whisper to me, the music of my empty soul. Ah, wonderful woman, my crucible of the immeasurable, you are everything I could hope for, In every kiss of yours, hides a promise of dawn, You are the end of my quest, the conclusion of the story, In your arms, I find the place where the universe bends and says: "Home".