Sometimes the universe draws
with threads of light, hidden paths,
two souls that murmur to destiny,
dancing in the air, without mutual verses.
No matter the distance that slows them down
nor the time that lurks, voracious monster,
for in a whisper, the heart sustains
the essence of loves that know how to fly.
They are furtive glances, the precise instant,
where the soul awakens in the starry night,
without words that break the ethereal and divine,
an invisible bond that never ends.
They meet in dreams, in the laughter of the wind,
in the subtle touch of a distant embrace,
and though the world moves, in constant torment,
their connection remains, wise and constant.
And amidst the silence, the enchantment blossoms,
Of two souls who know that love is true,
for it is not about time, nor space, nor song,
but of feeling in the depths, that pure unity.
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