#versesoflove

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘖𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦,

𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺,

𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦,

𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵,

𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘴,

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦,

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦,

𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸

𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸,

𝘐𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸,

𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨,

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴, 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

𝘛𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬

𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘺.

𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢,

𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦,

𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳,

𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭

𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦,

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘵, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵,

𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯.

𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯,

𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳,

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯,

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘣𝘣 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦,

𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴,

𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺,

𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘥𝘢𝘺.

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Przybywam aby głosić te wersety:

Wyłącznie dla tych, dla których istnieje już nic

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Über den Liebenden gibt es kein Gesetz

Unter den Liebenden zählt die Regel nicht

Hinter den Liebenden die Worte sind geräumt

Ohne die Liebenden nur sprachlos flaches Land

Trotz blauer Flecke und Blessuren

Ich gebe euch hiermit neue Suren:

Exclusiv für die, für die nichts steht

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There is no law above the lovers

Among the lovers, the rules do not matter

Behind the lovers, the words are cleared away

Without the lovers, only silent, barren land remains

Despite bruises and wounds

I hereby give you new verses:

Exclusively for those for whom nothing exists.

credits to Einstürzende Neubauten

In the moonlit glow of memories, where love once took its start,

A tale unfolds, of a fragile heart, torn apart.

He loved her with a passion, a flame that brightly burned,

Little did he know, betrayal's lessons would be learned.

But she danced in shadows, whispers of deceit,

He never thought her love was just a fleeting feat.

The echoes of promises, now shattered and torn,

A broken heart, wounded, battered, and worn.

Oh, the pain of a love gone astray,

In the ruins of trust, where emotions decay.

She played the cards of betrayal and lies,

Yet forgiveness lingers, as he wipes tears from his eyes.

Their love was a melody, harmonious and sweet,

But echoes of infidelity made the symphony retreat.

He believed in forever, a tale for two entwined,

Yet in the darkness, secrets thrived, intentions malign.

The warmth turned cold, as deceit took its toll,

In the ruins of love, where broken dreams stroll.

Her laughter, once music, now a bitter refrain,

A broken heart whispers, in the silence, the pain.

Oh, the pain of a love gone astray,

In the ruins of trust, where emotions decay.

She played the cards of betrayal and lies,

Yet forgiveness lingers, as he wipes tears from his eyes.

In the labyrinth of emotions, forgiveness takes its stand,

He searches for solace in the shifting desert sand.

The wounds run deep, like rivers that don't dry,

Yet forgiveness blooms, beneath the tear-stained sky.

As the sun sets on the chapter of deceit,

He contemplates forgiveness, a bittersweet feat.

For love, once unbreakable, now teeters on a ledge,

Yet forgiveness, a bridge, spanning over the edge.

She may have strayed in the labyrinth of lust,

But forgiveness, a beacon, rising from the dust.

In the echoes of heartache, redemption he'll find,

A broken heart's journey, to healing, realigned.

Oh, the pain of a love gone astray,

In the ruins of trust, where emotions decay.

She played the cards of betrayal and lies,

Yet forgiveness lingers, as he wipes tears from his eyes.

In the tapestry of forgiveness, threads of grace,

A love once broken finds a tender embrace.

For in the symphony of healing, a resilient art,