In the nights when the moon weaves its silver web over the gardens of my blossomed longing
In the nights when the moon weaves its silver web over the gardens of my blossomed longing,
I await you, beloved, like a rain of stars in a desert of burning solitude,
Come with the balm of your love, divine nectar for my soul, thirsty for affection,
To embrace my being in your arms, an unyielding fortress against the storms of life.
Let your hands sculpt the contours of my body, a divine chisel on the marble of senses,
To wander together on the paths of the sky, two wandering stars in the constellation of eternal love,
Savoring your kiss like living water springing from the mysterious depths of our passion,
While the flame of longing consumes every trace of doubt, leaving only the pure mystery of love.
Our steps make the fragile bridge between reality and dream tremble, banishing the shadows of loneliness,
Passion entwines our souls in a cosmic dance of fulfillment and ecstasy,
And our bodies become purple flames, warming the cold universe with the ardor of our feelings,
I, an autumn leaf carried by the wind of your love, you, the evergreen tree of my hopes.
I paint your name with falling stars on the vault of eternity, the constellation of our happiness,
Enchained in the silken threads of your love, my soul spreads its wings toward infinity,
Savoring the scent of immortality in every kiss, in every embrace, in every whisper,
Treading over past regrets like a carpet of petals, toward a future illuminated by your presence.
Even when the clouds of doubt try to darken the sky of our passion,
I light the torch of hope in my heart, an unfailing beacon in the tumultuous ocean of life,
For our love is stronger than any storm, more enduring than any rock,
An eternal hymn sung by the violins of our souls tuned to the perfect harmony of the universe.
In the tapestry of time, we weave together the tapestries of our dreams and memories,
Turning every tear into a shining pearl, every smile into a ray of sunshine,
And from the shards of the past, we build the mosaic of a future where our love shines eternal,
Two hearts beating as one, two souls merged in the living, immortal flame of true love.
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Dan Enache
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