In the deep silence of the night, when the world rests and dreams,
I want to share with you a secret, a mystery that envelops me.
When I gaze at the pure moon, shining like a crystal in the starry sky,
Or at the red branch of autumn, gently bending, caressing my lonely window,
Every touch of the wind, every whisper of the leaves,
Carries me to you, like a river flowing ceaselessly to the sea.
Beside the warmth of the fire, where ash rises in mysterious dances,
And where wood crackles and breaks under the power of the red flames,
Everything around me evokes your image,
As if every element of this world,
From the finest scents to the brightest lights,
Are little ships sailing on an endless ocean,
Towards your hidden islands, where you await me with open arms.
But, if your love begins to fade, like a falling star,
And your heart loses its light and warmth,
I too, in turn, will let passion fade, like a flame in the wind's blow.
If, on an unexpected day, you forget me and lose me in memories,
Do not seek me in the labyrinth of the past, for I will already be a pale shadow.
If the wind that blows through my hair and caresses my face
Seems too harsh and wild to you,
And you choose to leave me alone, lost in a desert of loneliness,
On the shore of the heart where I have deep and ancient roots,
You must know that, in that sad and melancholic moment,
My hands will rise to the sky, seeking solace,
And my roots will seek another soil, another home.
But if every day, every hour, every moment,
You feel that we are connected by an invisible thread of destiny,
With a sweetness that cannot be described in words,
If every day a flower blooms in your heart, seeking me,
Ah, my love, my soul, my heart,
In me, that passion burns with endless intensity,
In me, nothing fades or is forgotten,
My love feeds on your love, and will endure forever,
And as long as your heart beats, you will be in my arms,
Never leaving the shelter of my heart.
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