Your eyes, framed by sincerity, reflect a quiet fury, like the turbulent sea before an impending storm. The words echoing in your tone reveal the resilience forged in the flames of disappointment. In response, a subtle smile curves my lips, a blend of understanding and mystery.

"I may have been mistaken in believing in your change," I admit calmly, knowing that words must be woven carefully. "But you see, each wound you inflicted is not just a mark, it's a chapter that adds depth to the narrative of my inner strength. You think you're at the top, but, in reality, you're at the center of a web that extends far beyond the reach of your myopic eyes."

The winds of truth blow gently, and the seeds of introspection begin to germinate in the soil of unravelled lies. "Now, it's up to you to choose between continuing to be the architect of disillusionment or rediscovering the humanity you lost long ago. Sometimes, true power lies not in dominating others but in rebuilding oneself."

I let these words hang in the air, like migratory birds tracing their path beyond the horizon. Silence stretches, carrying with it the promise of a new beginning, as I step away, cloaked in the invisible armor of an unbreakable soul.

Remind me of a constellation, so intensely and vividly beautiful.

Eros, is this mere poem for you, for I must confess a little secret to it...

You know the sun?

That sun that warms you daily, the sun that dominates your life and leaves you heated?

Well, it's you.

I see you as the sun,

You are warm,

You are loving,

You are everything I yearn for.

You are my fear, my desire. You are everything I aspire to.

"Don't warm me too much, for I only intend to melt with love in your arms; apart from this, cool me and desire me, make me love you."

I am dedicating these words

to my paranoia

and my anxiety,

they have taught me to be strong,

even when wanting to give up daily.

To live is not just to exist,

it is to fight for infinite freedom

and not with a limited duration.

The control of life is in your hands,

know how to handle each situation well.

In shadows deep and whispers low,

The heart, in doubt, begins to sow.

In every glance, a questioning gaze,

In every step, a hidden maze.

A mask we wear, so no one knows,

The tangled fears that inside grow.

Yet in the silence of the night,

Insecurities take flight.

In a secluded village embraced by thick woods and towering peaks, the legend of Lila was whispered among its inhabitants. Known for her somber demeanor and eyes that held a hidden sorrow, Lila was a mystery. Rumors said that a curse plagued her after the tragic demise of her parents.

One day, a vibrant young girl named Clara moved to the village. Unlike the others who kept their distance from Lila, Clara felt an inexplicable pull towards her. Armed with freshly baked cookies and a bouquet of wildflowers, Clara approached Lila's ancient home.

To her surprise, Lila welcomed her. The two formed an unlikely bond, with Clara's laughter acting as a beacon of light in Lila's shadowed world. With each passing day, the village watched in awe as Lila's demeanor softened, her once somber eyes reflecting a newfound joy.

One afternoon, Clara gifted Lila a dusty locket she had found in the attic of her new home. As Lila opened it, memories long buried resurfaced. Faces of her parents, moments of joy, and the last smile she shared with them before the tragedy flooded back.

Tears streamed down Lila's face, but as she looked up, she realized she wasn't alone. Clara stood beside her, smiling, proving that love and friendship could heal even the deepest wounds. Lila's lips curved into a smile, genuine and radiant, marking the end of a curse and the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

In a garden where flowers don't touch the ground,

Pure love dances, light, unbound.

On butterfly wings, a sigh takes flight,

In the whispering wind, secrets alight.

In crystal waters, reflecting the blue sky,

Pure love shines, strong, no need to deny.

Between falling stars and tranquil night,

Pure love grows, eternal, shining bright.

In the gentle touch of the dawn's breeze,

Pure love awakens, sweet, at ease.

Beneath the shade of intertwining trees,

Pure love thrives, powerful, with ease.

In deep silences, words remain unsaid,

Pure love flows, intense, ahead.

In the serene gaze of a cherished face,

Pure love reveals, genuine, full of grace.

With every heartbeat, an echo resounds,

Pure love echoes, clear, unbound.

And as each day bids the sun goodbye,

Pure love endures, true, beyond the sky.