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It was madness to be with her,
a living spell in the swaying of the day,
two silhouettes dancing in the star,
a shared laughter, sweet melody.
Her eyes, mirrors of madness,
reflect secrets kept by the wind,
an abyss of dreams, of uncensored love,
where the shadows give way and the soul rises.
Each encounter a whirlwind of fire,
each kiss, a lightning in the chest,
our hands intertwined, without attachment,
tracing paths, delirium and desire.
It was madness to be with her,
an eternal whisper in the echo of the sea,
a fire that burns, that never flickers,
that always in my breast reawakened.