You are that sweet sleeplessness

You are that sweet sleeplessness that, with infinite devotion, becomes beautiful poetry charged with sensuality.

You are my sleeplessness every night, when my pen lets itself be carried away and draws the essence of your being in verses, as if the rhythms were part of a delicate melody.

You are my constant sleeplessness, and I will never tire of conveying what my heart feels when it surrenders to you, whether under the spell of the night or the clarity of the day.

You are my favorite sleeplessness, the reason behind our intense nighttime conversations, which sometimes culminate in sweet melancholy.

You are the sleeplessness that gives meaning to my existence, because before you, everything seemed aimless and purposeless, empty and lost.

You are my sweet sleeplessness, the reason why my words are dressed in poetry while quiet music gently envelops us.