Everyone talks about what they seek in love, as if love were a mirror
Everyone talks about what they seek in love, as if love were a mirror
meant to reflect only desire, to be just the echo of an inner call.
But I am not here to ask what you want from me; rather, I want to ask
what you once wished to find within yourself but never managed to discover,
what part of you remained untouched, dry, because you didn’t know
how to hold it gently, how to nurture it with your love.
I don't want roses or fireworks exploding in the night;
I want your unwritten thoughts, the versions of you never offered,
not even to yourself, those hidden corners that seem incomprehensible,
the strange and soft ones, those that make you believe you cannot be loved.
I want to be the witness to these fragments, to listen without judgment,
to be the silence that listens even when you have no words to express,
to be the gaze that remains when the masks fall
and only your soul remains, bare and true under the starry sky.
Even the ocean, with all its power, sometimes forgets how deep it is;
let me dive not to escape, but to embrace,
to drown in the vastness of your soul's storms, to swim alongside you
in the wilderness of the unknown, knowing that true love is the courage
to fall into the depths and never seek the safety of the shore.
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Dan Enache
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