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Dawn of Delirium
A Ballet of Love and Longing in the Morning’s Golden Hour
In the dawn of your presence, a madness unfurls,
A delirium in which you dance, my enchantress, my world.
I, a willing captive, in your bewitching maze,
Lost in the labyrinth of your gaze, in a passionate daze.
Your morning is a city, a metropolis of the heart,
Where every norm is defied, every law torn apart.
In its streets, rebellion blooms like a wild, untamed flower,
Under the watchful eyes of the sun, in the morning’s golden hour.
Your morning is a sacred ritual, a ceremony divine,
Performed in the cathedral of your heart, at love’s holy shrine.
A symphony of silence and storm, a dance of shadow and light,
A testament to our love, radiant and bright.
Your morning is a warm poem, a sonnet of the soul,
Dancing between the cacophony and the quiet, making me whole.
A new religion it proclaims, where I’ve never been a doubter,
Nor lost in the wilderness, but a devout, fervent worshipper.
