In the tranquil embrace of twilight,
where soul meets skin and time surrenders,
love ignites the elements in hidden chambers,
a vibrant fire boldly whispering to the stars above
Gold spun from the furnace of longing,
a sacred forge of hearts entwined—
fingers tracing echoes of past lives,
alchemy transmuting flesh to divine
Water hums in the river of our veins,
a current of knowing, ancient and deep,
we drink from the chalice of surrender,
drowning in kisses that teach us to breathe
Earth, the altar where our bodies kneel,
roots tangled in whispered devotion,
each sigh a spell, each pulse a hymn,
turning touch into sacred elixirs
Air—an incantation upon parted lips,
a cipher of longing, woven unseen,
between each breath, the ether shudders,
whispering secrets to the unseen
Love is the Philosopher’s Stone—
not a thing to hold but a way to be,
a luminous riddle of surrender and becoming,
turning loss into wholeness, longing into eternity
Come—
lay your spirit upon the altar of us,
let the stars bear witness to our transmutation,
for in the alchemy of love, we are infinite–
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