In the quiet chambers where aspirations melt, Hearts echo against the funhouse mirror’s guise— A perpetual dance of light and desire, Where even shadows can cradle the warmth of longing.
We speak in whispers, phrases dripping with anticipation, Caressing the very fabric of night As stars peel back their veils, Offering us glimpses— Sweet pulsations of our inevitable reunion.
You are the kaleidoscope to my vision; Every turn distorts yet amplifies our sunlit confessions, A riddle ensnared within whirling colors and memories, An evanescent moment stretching like the horizon ahead.
May our labyrinthine search for shadows culminate in fire, Where the echo of laughter guides our feathery steps, Chasing the fleeting, the poetic, And painting the walls of existence with our boundless ardor.
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