In the realm where night caresses the dawn

In the realm where night caresses the dawn, Under the stellar vault, where time rests in memories, A song rises, an echo of lost souls, On lands where love, an eternal enigma, weaves its myths. Do not confuse sex with love, we implore, For sex, yes, exists... tangible, fleeting, But love is a flame that burns in eternity, An ocean in which all seasons of the heart submerge without fear. Love, that grand and subtle force, Hides in unexpected corners of existence, In silent glances, in touches barely whispered, In words unspoken, yet felt in their deepest essence. It takes no account of form, of rules, of time, It traverses dimensions, defies logic, decomposes reason. Sex is but a breeze, a wave in the sea of love, A page in the vast book of human connection, free of judgement or the prison of convention. Oh, how easy it is to fall into the carnal trap, To confuse the flame of passion with the stellar light of love! But true love is like an expanding galaxy, Where each star, each planet, each comet, Is an unwritten word in the poem of the universe. In this world of illusions, where everything is bought and sold, Love remains priceless, a treasure hidden in the depths of the heart, Which cannot be conquered through mere carnal gestures, But only through an inner journey, through the labyrinth of one's own being. So, do not confuse sex with love, For sex indeed exists... but love is what transcends us, Transforms us, makes us dream of the infinite, Of that world where everything is possible, Where souls meet and unite in a cosmic symphony, Preserving the magical echo of an everlasting love.