Your voice, a whisper of velvet that gently trembles on the edge of a hidden longing
Your voice, a whisper of velvet that gently trembles on the edge of a hidden longing,
like a butterfly hesitating to open its wings to the infinite sky of its own needs.
I watch you reach beyond your boundaries, giving more than you have,
like a spring endlessly pouring its waters, never claiming the right to rest.
Love, are you afraid of the judgment of selfishness, of asking for your place under the sun of attention?
Perhaps you forget or maybe refuse to acknowledge your desires, letting them fade into the shadows of others,
like delicate flowers waiting to bloom under the gentle rays of recognition.
Every dream of yours is a star illuminating the inner sky of your unique existence.
Within you resides a silent beauty, a sacrifice that shyly shines in the heart,
like a candle burning to light the unseen paths of those around,
but which deserves to be sheltered from the winds of forgetfulness and neglect.
Will you dare to sing the story of your desires, to claim your place under the sun of love?
Your soul, a universe of dreams and hopes, is a gift waiting to be appreciated,
for in this world of asking and giving, your right to receive is sacred,
and perhaps, one day, you will see that asking is not an act of selfishness,
but a celebration of your existence, an embrace of the light dwelling within you.
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Dan Enache
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