Your love for me was read in your eyes

Your love for me was read in your eyes, But was it not merely my reflection, gazing within myself? The symphony of your gaze, a labyrinth of intertwined illusions and realities, A game of shadows and lights where our hearts met in silence. The mirror of light deepened in your irises, an unfinished poem, Folded in the blood of time, flowing through the veins of the soul, Each sparkle, a lost star in the constellation of the unknown, Your gaze, an enigma, a portal to the abyss of my desires. In the flow of consciousness, I find myself dancing on the edge of this dream, Where the boundaries of reality dissolve into an infinite ocean, Looking into your eyes, I believed I saw your love, But I lost myself in my own reflection, a specter of unspoken words. Your love, a wave that flooded my soul, But could this wave be just the shadow of a deep internal cry, Could that emotion be real or merely a projection of my untamed desires? In your eyes, I sought an eternal truth, but found only my reflection, A distorted image of what I wished to be. Under the chiaroscuro light of the stars, I always wonder, If your love was ever mine or just an echo, An ancient song resonating from the depths of my being, Your gaze, a lantern in the night, guiding my steps toward the unknown. I stood on the edge of the chasm between dream and reality, Where illusions merge with the tangible world, Seeking answers in the depths of your eyes, But what I found was merely my own reflection, an unfinished puzzle. I looked at you as a map of all my hidden secrets, Each smile, a direction toward my heart, But in this labyrinth of emotions, I lost myself, Always returning to the starting point, to my own self. I turn my gaze to the starry sky, seeking solace, But the answers never come from outside, In your eyes, I saw a universe, but it was merely my reflection, My gaze, deepened in the mystery of my own existence. And thus, shrouded in the mist of melancholy, I realize that your love was never yours, But just a part of me, reflected in the depths of your eyes, A beautiful dream, a fantasy in which I chose to lose myself, Flying among the stars, searching without finding, Always at crossroads, always returning to oneself.