In the jungle of steel and shattered dreams, weathered by the city's restless din
In the jungle of steel and shattered dreams, weathered by the city's restless din,
Are we men or merely bearers of burdens, carrying her heavy bags,
Paying the bill, opening the doors that separate us from the authentic moments,
Protecting her with strong arms but a wandering soul, supporting her when sadness overwhelms.
And perhaps, just perhaps, we will understand the importance of these small details
Only after we come home for the hundredth time to a clean sanctuary,
Where a warm meal awaits and, most precious of all, a smile sculpted by love.
But maybe the moment of understanding comes later, when everything falls apart:
Our work, our friends, our ventures crumbling like leaves in the wind,
And yet she remains, a pillar in the storm, assuring us that we are the best.
Why can't we, with our iron prides, be just as attentive to the details?
A sensitive being like fragile porcelain, she doesn’t burst into tears like in films,
She cries with bitter sobs, cries so hard that even the neighbors feel her dire pain.
Call her, return, embrace her sorrow and remind her how much she means,
Our whispers can lighten her burden, a smile from her can make the day shine.
Do not shout or insult her, for words are poisoned arrows that kill beauty,
Turning her harsh and vengeful, losing the light that initially drew you in,
Later you will regret it a thousand times, but words thrown to the wind cannot be retrieved,
A part of her heart withers with each insult, a deep scar visible only to the soul.
Why do we, ignorant men, wonder why women become cold and indifferent?
The scars in their hearts have made them so, burying emotions deep so they no longer feel the pain,
Tell her more often that you love her, passionately, even when you're angry,
Your words will be paradise for her ears, tell her she means everything to you,
Let her hear the beauty of your love, so she doesn't doubt your sincere feelings.
Life is so short, so unpredictable, and it can end at any moment,
Make promises and keep them, for in those moments she dreams of your shared future,
Every second together is priceless, embraced in bed, dreaming of a common future,
This is true happiness, enjoying every moment spent together,
Live your life in harmony, take advantage of this blessing called "life."
In the embrace of an uncertain future, where every moment becomes eternity,
I find in you, my beloved, the light that guides me through the night,
In the infinite flow of consciousness, lost and found, just us two,
In the gentle shadows of evening, where our love is reborn,
In the eternal magic of a moment, where we dream and live, on wings of light.
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Dan Enache
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