I lean into the sacred flame,
where roses burn with whispers of time,
petals kissed by embered longing,
soft yet searing—ancient, divine
Oh, how the fire cradles my name,
etching passion in the winds of fate,
each thorn a lesson, each blooms a vow,
that love, untamed, will not abate
I do not chase the fleeting glow,
nor beg the sun to rise too soon,
for in the hush of waiting hours,
love unfolds beneath the moon
Boundless, burning, yet untouched,
fierce as stars in a cosmic dance,
no fear shall quench this wild devotion,
nor time unravel sacred chance
For love is not a fleeting spark,
but remembered the truth in timeless grace,
and when the hour meets its calling,
it will find me—as I have met you—
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