In the shadow of the night, mysteries take shape
In the shadow of the night, mysteries take shape,
The woman with eyes that shine like celestial stars,
And men tremble in the face of her fiery love,
For they feel the warmth that emanates from her depths.
She is like a deep ocean, with tumultuous waves,
In which the weak of heart drown,
But for the courageous, she is the most precious treasure,
To be found in the search for life.
Men feel the thrill of an intense passion,
Moving through the woman's veins like a wild river,
Intimidated by the power that lies within her heart,
Yet, drawn like moths to a flame.
They long to get lost in her labyrinth of love,
To feel the warmth of her body embracing their soul,
Only then do they truly feel alive,
In their perfect union, in divine fullness.
But only he who conquers fear is worthy,
To face the storm of passion that the woman brings,
To gaze into her eyes, aflame with desire and devotion,
And feel the warmth of his heart melting into a dedicated solitude.
So, woman, bestow your gift of love,
Upon a man who has overcome his fear and ego,
For only he will truly appreciate,
The magic and depth of your love, in eternal intimacy.
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Dan Enache
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