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I like the madness that dwells in you,
as I like the quiet nights,
where the murmur of the drops
becomes an enchanted symphony.
Warm drizzles embrace the ground,
the overcast sky draws a veil,
and in every whisper of the gentle breeze,
my thoughts sail to your essence.
The smell of rain and sown earth,
awaken memories that time does not extinguish,
a torrent of dreams in every corner,
a sacred refuge, an eternal song.
You are the spark that ignites the storm,
the sweet madness that my soul feeds,
in this dance of light and shadow,
our hearts clap their hands.
I lose myself in your infinite madness,
as the rain finds its rendezvous,
and as the drops of singing love fall,
I like the madness that dwells in you.