Echoes of praise rise around you, your beauty, an unwritten hymn
Echoes of praise rise around you, your beauty, an unwritten hymn,
Words and poems weave through crowded halls, but you, only you,
Hear my speaking silence, a mute symphony whispering into your soul,
Burning gazes seek you, like darkness chasing the full moon,
Yet you offer me the first ray of light, a vision, a forgotten dream returning.
Your shy smile, barely sketched, directed at me, a promise,
Ignites the city in flames reflected in my eyes, endlessly burning,
Those who never felt my presence now whisper my name with reverence,
As if I hadn't always breathed on the same streets, a ghost among them,
My existence, suddenly validated by the touch of your gaze, is reborn from ashes.
Your secret magic, hidden from others' view, reveals itself only to me,
In our complicit silence, an entire world is born and dies,
We are two constellations meeting in the vastness of a mute universe,
Each of your gestures, an unwritten poem that shakes my being to its core,
And I, a mere mortal, become immortal through your silent love.
The city transforms around us, the streets take on new meanings,
Every corner, every shadow, hides the memory of a changed gaze,
We are the center of a world spinning madly, intoxicated by love,
And I, who was invisible, now shine in the light of your love,
A miraculous metamorphosis, a rebirth from the ashes of my anonymity.
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Dan Enache
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