Emeralds and Thorns

The black silk of hair – an abyss of night,
Emerald eyes – a dark depth,
In them lies a sweet poison and a guilt,
That extinguishes the mind with the gleam of white candles.

Your celestial gaze – an inevitable call,
Where I am left alone in solitude.
Why then does the soul, radiant to the point of pain,
Weave from these torments – knots of contradictions?

In the heart – ice, and in the veins – eternal heat,
I burn and grow cold, slain without a sword,
For You are my paradise and my deliberate ruin.

Oh, this captivity – my holiest gift!
Let my spirit, intoxicated by ecstasy,
Burn away in these merciless shackles-dreams.