There is a man who is stealing my nights

 
There is a man who is stealing my nights,
a thief of dreams, cunning and voracious,
A being who steals my sleepless nights,
like a magician who plays with shadows and light,
weaving desires into my sheets.
His laughter echoes in the dark mist,
his footsteps a rhythm that stirs my being;
I wrap myself in his essence, so pure,
and lose my sanity, letting myself be rocked.
Their voice is a fire that burns away the calm,
their hands, a map I explore endlessly;
and when they walk away, a void in my soul,
my mind flickers with echoes of their endlessness.
There is a man who steals, and on their lips amazes,
my eternal nights, my life, my goodbye.