THE SECRET OF MY PASSION

I just wanted to break down the walls you built between your heart and mine. If ever my steps shook your calmness, it was because fate dressed me with the language your eyes always knew how to decipher. I didn't walk to tempt you; I walked to find you. I knew that every heartbeat of yours was writing a verse before your pen scratched the paper. I knew that behind your silence there was a man fighting the fire of his own feelings, while I pretended serenity not to reveal that I was also fighting the same battle. My perfume was never a gun; it was merely the memory of the flowers where your name hid. My smile was not looking for your defeat, but the moment when you stopped running from what we both felt and no one dared to utter. If I was your muse, I was also a prisoner of your inspiration. Because every word you wrote came back to me as a caress for the soul; every metaphor opened a window where I could contemplate the universe you held in your chest. There I understood that the true secret of passion is not born from the desire that consumes the skin, but from the love that finds shelter in two souls capable of recognizing each other even when the world forces them to be silent. I didn't mean to take your fire. Wanted to share His light. And if you ever thought dying between my silences, it was because you ignored that I too died a little each time I saw you leave without embracing the truth that lived in our hearts. That was always my biggest secret. Don't conquer the poet... Rather fall in love with the man who lived behind each of his lyrics. Angel of the Lyrics