She, the solitary woman, mistress of the shadows of silence
She, the solitary woman, mistress of the shadows of silence,
Hides in the depths of your mind, like an evanescent moonbeam,
A specter that watches in the dark, like an unsaid secret,
In the labyrinth of your thoughts, she is the uninterrupted dream.
She dances in your memories, the shadow of an ancient song,
Immortal as a forgotten tune, a sin dressed in mystery,
A forbidden love that draws you in, like the unseen force of a magnet,
A shiver that wraps around you, captivating you in unsaid enchantments.
She is that presence that waits in silence, like a phantom in the night,
A still silhouette, an echo of an unknown world,
An apparition that remains motionless, keeping watch in the shadows of your dreams.
She is that untouchable force, swifter than the wind, stronger than the seas,
An unconquered mountain, an enigma that transcends all understanding,
A magic power, a living legend that traverses through the ages.
She lives in your heart, an echo in the hidden cave of your spirit,
A constant memory, a mark of the soul
That cannot be erased, a pain that won't heal.
She is the light that cannot be denied,
Brighter than the sun, more mysterious than the night,
A rose bloomed in the desert of your heart,
A beauty that cannot be overlooked, a dream that cannot be forgotten.
She is the only woman,
Who dwells deep within your soul,
Like a guiding star in the dark night of your existence,
A lighthouse illuminating the unseen paths of your life,
A mystery calling you into a magical, eternal, and unforgettable dance.
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Dan Enache
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