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So much I missed in this life
for not having found you,
every step was a sigh,
a muffled heartbeat.
How much I would have already achieved
conquering your joy,
in a sincere embrace,
under the August moon,
where time slipped away,
where the soul felt.
You arrived without the stubbornness
of a hasty lover,
like the wind that caresses
a well-cultivated garden.
Your laughter, a bright echo,
each note a call,
and in your eyes, destiny,
a dream universe.