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The woman who drives me crazy
who has stolen my calm
dance, a whisper of a brooch,
the reason for my broken hours.
Her eyes, beacons in the abyss,
attract me like a magnet of light,
a sweet spell, a magnetism,
that tempts me and envelops me in its cross.
His laughter, a song that touches my soul,
a whisper that gives to the wind
the fragrance of a love that does not calm,
a flame that, though it hurts, refuses.
It drives me mad, and at the same time it serenades me,
in her presence, the world stands still,
his voice, an echo that never condemns,
and my heart, in her love, prepares itself.
The one I love in silence, wounded,
keeping secrets in a corner,
every glance, every heartbeat,
is a journey without compass and without reason.