Light a Flame

I burn with hope yet fear the fall  
as I stand here blazing, bold and all.  
You, with eyes like stars that roam,  
draw me far from hearth and home.  

In your light, I feel so free,  
unbound by doubt, light as can be.  
Yet shadows linger on my pride— 
will you stay here by my side?  

You run, like wind without a name,  
through paths I fear yet yearn to claim.  
A spark we share—too bright, too fast—  
can we make this fire last?  

My heart, it roars, yet trembles, too,  
afraid I’m just a spark to you.  
But if I hold you, close and true,  
will our flames burn one, not two?  

So I stand here, eyes ablaze,  
hoping you’ll stay, through smoke and haze.  
For though I’m fierce, I’ll lay down my crown,  
If you, my Archer, come settle down.

If stars must wander, free to fly,
then tell me—are we meant to try?
Or will this light, so fiercely bright,
fade to embers in the night?

I fear the pull, the push, the sway—
how fire bends, yet cannot stay.
But still, I spark and rise anew,
holding faith in both of you.

So let me burn, and let you roam—
our flames like echoes finding home.
For even if the night grows cold,
we’ll meet as embers, fierce and bold.