Love stories and poems

Between the folds of the soul, love lurks, a hidden treasure, a fire that burns eternal, not a selfish desire, but a gift, a spark, that ignites our lives in an ethereal vortex.

It is not a banquet where we sit with pretensions, nor a marketplace of desires to be satisfied, but a divine orchestra, a symphony of enchantment, enveloping us and transporting us in an endless embrace.

Love is like the sun kissing the earth, asking nothing in return, but only to give, it is the wave that caresses the shore, without end or measure, it is the breath of the wind that gently cradles the soul.

In the heart of those who love, there is a secret garden where dreams, desires, thoughts bloom, where every petal is an echo of one’s own feeling, where every leaf tells a story of love.

And so, in the eternal cycle of giving and receiving, we lose ourselves and find ourselves, in the labyrinth of the soul, discovering that true love knows no boundaries, but soars lightly, like an eagle in the infinite sky.

And when we look back, through memories and tears, we will discover that love was our greatest treasure, not for what it gave us, but for what it made us, because in loving we found the meaning of the whole of life.

– R. –

Love stories and poems