Between the folds of our humanity, an intense and true desire creeps in, a burning flame that is released within us, a hymn to love, eternal and sincere.
We are only human, in this vast world, imperfect as drops on the sand, but our souls search for a deep connection, an understanding that marries and shivers with eternity.
In the beating of the heart, in the breath that becomes slow, we see the reflection of a burning love, a feeling that propels us beyond time, that gently envelops us, constant.
Imperfect, yes, but also beautiful, with our imperfections that make us unique, and in our desire to love, we feel alive, like flowers blooming in the darkest days.
And so we seek love, with ardour and passion, through the tangled paths of our existence, for in the embrace of a kindred soul, we find our greatest wealth.
We are only human, yet capable of so much, to love without reserve, to give ourselves wholly, because love is our destiny, our enchantment, it is what makes us truly powerful.
Thus, in the infinite mystery of existence, we are bound by a thin, luminous thread that guides us towards our essence, towards love, eternal and glorious.
– R. –
Love stories and poems
