My lyrics name you before each verse,
In the breeze whispers your laughter,
a subtle song that caresses the soul,
and though time shows itself, threatening,
you remain my muse, in my calm and my plot.
Inspiration comes in those moments
when the twilight embraces the sunset,
like a beacon in the fog, flickering,
your essence lingers, of sweetness an embrace.
The paper becomes a faithful witness
of the dreams I wove with golden threads,
each word is a bridge that traces my skin,
and in each stanza, your steps engraved.
Despite the years that have separated us,
of the uncertain nights that fear the dawn,
my heart keeps what we have dreamed of,
the passion that never dies, the voice that never falls silent.