In the mystical night of my thoughts, enveloped in the mystery of desire and nostalgia
In the mystical night of my thoughts, enveloped in the mystery of desire and nostalgia,
Can my soul be condemned if I have used my genius to become a thief of hearts?
Yearning to become your ethos, desiring to be the essence of your being,
To be the cherished one, seen as your tender lover,
For Cupid's arrows have made me soft and lost,
Should I see myself as an accursed, forbidden thief of hearts?
Like an earthquake named Poetio, I shattered the opaque window,
Behind which you hid your true nature,
That of a brave soul risking avalanches of emotions.
Rest your faith in my genuine feelings,
In my conscience, I have stolen nothing, committed no violence,
Not even an assault, but only sought to show you my devotion,
Yet I leave the judgment to you.
In your eyes, am I a criminal?
Seduction was my weapon, to prove my undying devotion,
If you judge me guilty, I will fall into misery,
Completely lost in this harsh reality,
A world where the gentle whispers of love become accusations,
And the desire to be cherished turns into an endless quest for redemption.
In the vast labyrinth of my thoughts, I wonder,
Have the sweetness of my words and the tenderness of my gestures
Transformed me into a criminal in the court of love?
Or am I simply another soul searching for connection,
Struggling to navigate the deep waters of emotions,
Always seeking a place where vulnerability is not seen as a crime,
Where the essence of my being can find solace and understanding.
If I am judged by the purity of my intentions,
Will my heart find exoneration?
Or will I wander forever, a lost traveler,
In the realms where desire merges with despair,
Seeking the light of acceptance in a world clothed in the shadows of doubt?
In this melancholic dance of self-reflection,
I await your verdict, hoping that the gentle grace of love
Will see beyond the veils of suspicion,
And recognize the authentic melody of my heart, beating only for you.
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Dan Enache
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