A mute vow, ancient as time itself, that spans between us
A mute vow, ancient as time itself, that spans between us,
Is a smile knotted in a veil of unheard kisses,
A respite in the symphony of love, where we, masters of the secret notes,
Bring to life a melody written by fates, on a silent score,
A quartet interlaced with threads of soul under the dome forever named Love.
An unspoken pledge,
Woven through gestures that break the wall between worlds,
Their undulating is a sacrificial dance of encounter -
An offering where passion becomes both prey and predator,
Painting us primeval, untamed in a jungle of sensations,
But from the twilight of the unhuman, we are reborn,
Humbled and caressed by the gentle wings of humanity.
Embracing you, we become an incantation,
Altar and prayer upon which your name is uttered like a sorcerer,
And I, a priestess in our sacred temple, walking on the altar of your lips.
Thus, love transforms into a stream of air,
The essence that cannot be captive, nor confined by walls,
And words are lost in their sonorous transfiguration,
Becoming the noise of water hitting the stones of time.
Restless, our shadows seek each other through the mist of belated mornings,
You explore all the hidden corners of my being,
And I, sailing on the untrodden paths of your spirit,
From here the force of love envelops us, lifts us
Like a white cloak of flame,
Immaculate as the celebration of our endless love,
Impetuous, like the waves of passion that define us –
The power of Mystic Love.
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Dan Enache
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