In the silence of the world echoes the sound of old-fashioned verses
In the silence of the world echoes the sound of old-fashioned verses, full of desires and whispers,
where the rhymes of love intertwine with the thread of time, losing themselves in the distant horizon,
I give you everything I have, without reservation, each moment flowing like a river of unbroken emotions,
what is mine becomes yours, and yours transforms into my essence, an exchange of souls,
begin your day with a warm smile, a universe where light dances on the wings of dawn,
distance measures only miles, but the moments spent together remain like stars,
in the memory of evenings where words needed no sound, only each other's presence,
I have no shiny gifts to offer you, nor flowers that open their petals under the moon's rays,
but I give you my heart, a treasure hidden in endless letters, letters full of longing,
and I tell you that I miss you, like a whisper lost in the night's wind, searching for its echo,
for in your absence, each moment takes on a strange weight, a dance of suspended time,
where each heartbeat is a longing seeking harmony in the silent quiet of love.
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Dan Enache
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