Sick with longing for you, for the scent that entwines the morning air with unfulfilled desire
Sick with longing for you, for the scent that entwines the morning air with unfulfilled desire,
I lose myself in your eyes, a tempting labyrinth, dancing with hidden desires,
Your voice, like a gentle breeze, carries whispers to the edge of the night,
The sky bends to listen to our stories, the stars illuminate the paths of fate.
Sick with the longing that disturbs my peace and memories that burn like falling stars,
Every moment together becomes a universe where your heart is revealed,
Your presence resonates in every heartbeat, a secret hidden in silence,
Between words, you appear as a mystery that cannot be captured in oblivion.
Sick with your smile, with the gaze that gives me chills and awakens sanctity,
Like an altar in my soul, where all you are meets the desire for love,
Reviving the world in the colors of love, writing the story on the night sky,
A love unshared until now, in verses that conquer the spaces of destiny.
Sick with your shadow, like a secret melody accompanying me through time,
When the moon dances in the sky, and the stars softly sing my thoughts,
Every note becomes an unspoken longing for you, finding no solace,
I remain a smoldering fire, my longing burning eternally, without cure.
Sick with time, a merciless enemy, refusing to stop the rare moment,
When you are in my life, every second rushes toward evening horizons,
Leaving behind my bewildered heart, yearning for eternity in love,
Living a single heartbeat, like an eternal and profound feeling.
Sick with longing for you, without escape, but I would choose no other solace,
Your longing is the flame that gives me strength to face the days ahead,
I love with an intensity that makes my soul vibrate in secret,
Your love remains the only treasure, in a world of illusions and shadow.
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Dan Enache
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