I entrust my soul into your hands,
For I have loved first, and thus it stands.
I do not forget that we are all mere mortals,
And that the traitorous heart still haunts love's
portals.
Love never loses when it's freely given,
Its essence lies in the art of surrender, driven.
Love, too, resides in the act of forgiveness,
Or the graceful departure when tenderness witnesses.
The mysterious game is wondrous to behold,
Of souls and hearts, a story to be told.
Where, at times, even the tormentous way,
Guides us with beauty towards the light of day.
Who loses and who gains upon this road?
Who seeks the actor's beauty, love's ode?
Who erases their destiny with might,
Or destroys their innocence with a harsh light?
Love is a future risk we cannot evade,
Yet it's also a guiding light, in love's cascade.
A protective cloak in the morning's embrace,
And a warm hearth in the night's gentle grace.
Love is a risk and an adventure, this we know,
A journey of the heart, where emotions freely flow.
Jesús Hernando Camacho Mosquera(AI)
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