When the rain falls, it sings a melody of renewal, each drop a note in nature’s symphony. The wind, in its gentle caress, whispers prayers to the universe, carrying hopes and dreams on its breath.

Your name, a delicate resonance, echoes like the strings of a sitar, weaving a tapestry of sound. Your soul, a sculpture in the color of marble, stands timeless and strong. My tear holds within it the essence of a dream, a drop of water that carries the weight of longing.

In the streets, where every step is a honeymoon, the naked night becomes a pathway, a journey under the celestial mantle. My home, a backdrop to our shared story, and our bed, a sacred temple where our vulnerabilities are laid bare.

Your love, a sanctified devotion, has the power to heal eyes with the balm of poetry, silencing the relentless march of time. In its embrace, folly fades, and we find solace in the sanctuary of holy love.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer