From the deepest dungeons of my heart, a star descends,
A whisper from afar, praying it won't ascend
Still a fleeting hope, that it may rise anew,
Yet in my darkest dreams, it slumbers too
Until I hold you close, and feel your fire,
My heart remains a shadowed crypt, dark and dire
In twilight's tender, dimming hue, she danced,
A seraph in a world where devils prance
Her eyes, two orbs of sapphire's icy gleam,
Yet harbored warmth like stars in midnight's dream
It's me, the little devil girl, ' she whispered,
In shadows, where her innocence shimmered
She met him, starlight's son, with eyes aglow,
A radiant figure, love's sweet overflow
Their hearts, a symphony, a fateful tune,
Yet fate's cruel hand would rend them far too soon
For she, a devil girl with an ethereal heart,
And he, a star, to different worlds depart
Their love, a flame, eternal and aware,
Their story, etched in stars, a tale of woe
A love that dared to bloom where none would grow,
For in their souls, a bond that would not fade
A love that conquered, though it could not stay,
To bind him to her, she knew would bring him misery
In the embrace of night, their love did bloom,
Yet, in her heart, she felt impending doom.
For she, a devil girl, knew love's cruel sting,
A curse upon the one she called her king
With tearful eyes, she made a solemn vow,
To let him go, to live with his loved ones now
So, with a heavy heart, she bid him go,
Her soul in pieces, her love a shadow
And as she died, her heart's last beat did tell,
A love that burns, in heaven's light, to dwell
So let us raise a toast to love's sweet fire,
A flame that burns, though fate may be a liar
In the glow of dawn, a new hope is born,
As the sun rises, their love is reborn
Through every storm, their love will remain,
A bond unbroken, despite the pain
In this new birth, their love will endure,
A love that's eternal, pure and sure!
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I would like to translate this poem
The picture you painted with words is beautiful. Keep writing.: -)