Omnia Possiblis sunt Credenti

The ideal lover, the role he played, With patience and diligence, he charmed and bent. In a world of burning desires, They stand out, a sign, capturing hearts. A return to law, a sweet victory, In that moment, all feels right. Don Juan de Arcas, consigned to chaste priesthood, From the quest for truth, faith embraced. To the Virgin, as clouds descend, In lovers' tears, he then reigns. The greatest of all lovers, a mockery of truth, In his embrace, all find rest. In a tale of love, two hearts entwined, Bound by passion, their souls aligned. But fate, cruel fate, pulled them apart, Distance separating, breaking their heart. Months passed by, their love still strong, Idealizing each other, where they belong. In dreams, they held each other tight, Waiting for the day to reunite. Reality intrudes, with its harsh decree, Bringing challenges, they did not foresee. Distance, once a solution, now a trial, Testing their love with every mile. Yet like Kennedy, his image survived, The tarnishing revelations, love revived. For ideal lovers, forgiveness is near, Their allure enduring, without fear. From Warhol's portraits to Valentino's grace, Their charm and elegance leave a trace.