You are my impossible love, silent,
in the hidden corner of my dreams,
where my feelings are born and die,
more beautiful than the golden dawn.
You are my poet friend and confidant,
the ink of my days, the absent letter,
every word I utter in the air,
is a subtle echo that never dies.
In each rhyme, a story kept,
in each stanza, a sincere heartbeat,
and although this love is a game of shadows,
I carry you in my chest, eternal and whole.
