Why do I love you, dreamer born from the morning mist that rises to the sky
Why do I love you, dreamer born from the morning mist that rises to the sky,
Who coils around my chest like blue smoke, like a vine,
Embracing my temples with your gentle touch like a boundless sea,
Why do I love you, delicate woman, like a blade of grass that cuts the moon in halves,
Letting it sink into waters, separating from itself like two lovers parted,
Why do I love you, melancholic eyes, brown sun rising over my shoulder,
Dragging behind a sky of fragrances and thin clouds that know no shadow,
Why do I love you, unforgettable hour, which instead of sounds races around my heart,
A herd of colts with rebellious manes, running through fields of unspoken desires,
Why do I love you, love, whirlwind of seasons coloring a sky always different and near,
Like a falling leaf, like a breath misted by frost that vanishes in the cold morning air,
Why do I love you so much, in a world where time unravels like a spider's web,
In every passing moment, and yet, in every moment reborn like a dream that refuses to end.
Here, in this love, I find the peace and tumult of a dance of stars that flicker and ignite,
A song without an answer spreading in my soul like the echo of a silent symphony,
Why do I love you, asks the wind carrying your scent through the gardens of my soul,
And the answer gets lost in the silence of the night, in the whispers of the moon watching over sleeping dreams,
And I remain, a traveler on paths of longing, seeking you in every ray of light,
In every breeze and in every heartbeat that knows it will meet you again.
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Dan Enache
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