Danilo
Danilo is faith when the day rises dark,
Danilo is hope when the night comes too soon,
Danilo brings joy when you least expect it, and pain every time he leaves.
I once met a Danilo who changed my life. He colored my days with his penetrating gaze, and moved my soul with his habitual gestures as he spoke about the world. When he trusts you, he will speak, and when he speaks from the heart, he sings. His voice was music to my ears, a melody sweeter than honey, that drew my flesh towards his while lifting my spirits towards the heavens. But in the heavens of devotion, where I knelt ready to serve him, he never entered. He let me taste the luxury of his company, but never the satisfaction of his pleasure. Soon, any heaven, as bright as it may be, absent of its God, dims slowly until it becomes darkness. These were the days preceding his departure. On our farewell, I offered him my heart, a kiss or a promise, but he took nothing, I could never tell his wishes. When he was gone, my heart had stayed beating with me in my body, but my soul was his.
My life with or without Danilo will never be the same. I go on living, business-as-usual, lying to myself, a deceiver, knowing too well that at any moment, a call, a sound, a letter, a word, from him, would bring me back to heaven's door, where I would stand to meet my better half.
Danilo is hope when the night comes too soon,
Danilo brings joy when you least expect it, and pain every time he leaves.
I once met a Danilo who changed my life. He colored my days with his penetrating gaze, and moved my soul with his habitual gestures as he spoke about the world. When he trusts you, he will speak, and when he speaks from the heart, he sings. His voice was music to my ears, a melody sweeter than honey, that drew my flesh towards his while lifting my spirits towards the heavens. But in the heavens of devotion, where I knelt ready to serve him, he never entered. He let me taste the luxury of his company, but never the satisfaction of his pleasure. Soon, any heaven, as bright as it may be, absent of its God, dims slowly until it becomes darkness. These were the days preceding his departure. On our farewell, I offered him my heart, a kiss or a promise, but he took nothing, I could never tell his wishes. When he was gone, my heart had stayed beating with me in my body, but my soul was his.
My life with or without Danilo will never be the same. I go on living, business-as-usual, lying to myself, a deceiver, knowing too well that at any moment, a call, a sound, a letter, a word, from him, would bring me back to heaven's door, where I would stand to meet my better half.
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