It was like venturing into fantasy,
sliding my verses over caresses,
weaving a canvas of soft melodies,
where each word emanates from my soul.
I could feel the poem sprouting in the wind,
a song of love in every feeling,
like a whisper embracing the breeze,
caressing the echo of sweet smiles.
Oh, burning word, desire of fire,
that dances on my lips like a subtle game,
a verse that is born in the light of the sunset,
drawing sighs in a tender embrace.
Then, I lose myself in this journey,
where love becomes pure poetry,
and caressing the air that flies light,
next to you, in fantasy, I am whole.
