Even if I don’t want it,
That thorn will always be there,
Pierced in the deepest void.

And in every path of love I cross,
I will feel it,
I will feel you…

When I spoke of the tree I had sown,
In the barren soil of my own soul’s land,
You cried... NO!
Tear it out, root and all,
Lest its shadow weigh upon your spirit.

But it was too late,
I had already lost myself in its branches,
Climbing higher, further...
Entangled in the roots of what it became.

My insides tremble when they meet
Those eyes,
As if they were beacons illuminating
the darkest
Corners of my existence.

With every flash, my being is shaken,
Trembling before the intensity
Of a feeling that
awakens With the dance of
your pupils.

Your Gaze

In the sway of your eyes,
I find the most captivating duality,
Gazing into them is to dive
Into a sea of charming contradictions.

Your gaze, it captivates and chastises,
An echo of sweet torment,
A whisper that leaves marks
On the shores of my being...