O, love, in your immeasurable beauty, the senses wander, with a speechless soul, there in the heart, in a chamber safe, you dwell quietly, with me. Life, weary, runs toward its goal, and hope dreamed in the dust of days, only the wind whispered a white song and the sun beat down on the last flower. Without hope, without a shred of joyful voice, where the soul withered, like a flower without water and I shared with it my bitter path and silently endured the burdens of our pact. Out of nothing, your apparition came, your gaze, deep as a bottomless well, like a spring, or salvation cold thoughts turn into longing. Your laughter, the lark’s song in the morning light, dispersed the shadow that wrapped my mind and I feel warmth in my heart again, that long slept, in a calendar of numbers. Your voice, like a summer breeze, gentle and light, caresses ripened fields, tall ears of grain, it penetrates deeply, into the soul for a short while, awakening feelings until now kept hidden. You are to me a garden where precious flowers bloom, like a sunbeam at dawn that dries the dew, you are the muse that awakens poems, your voice will erase pain, fear, and sorrow. May you shine like the sun, for me the only one and thanks to your love, I believed again and I dream of you, dearest love, for your smile completely changed my life.
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