So here I stay, a traveler lost in thought, homesick for a love that slipped away. I know I can’t return to what I sought, but in my heart, that house will always stay.
The Home We Won’t Share
In the Light of Us: A Reply
I’ll match your pace, not rush or race, let time weave bonds in this sacred space. For every step, I’ll hold your hand, until you’re sure where we will stand. If love’s a risk, then let it be a journey shared by you and me. And when you’re ready, hearts aligned, we’ll write our stars, our fates intertwined.
In the Light of You: An Ode
So let the world around us spin, with storms without, with calm within. I’ll choose you now, and every day, for love’s a choice, and here I’ll stay. For what is love, if not a vow to honor both the then and now? With you, I’ll leap, no fear to fall— you’re worth the risk, you’re worth it all.
If You Find Me Waiting: A Reply
So I’m learning to be still, to let the moments flow, To wait with open hands, and let my patience grow. If love means giving room to breathe, to face your private night, Then I’ll be here, a steady flame, until you find the light.
In Waiting Rooms of Silence
Did I rush? Was I too bold? I ache for answers left untold. Can’t face the doubt etched in your gaze, but I feel it burn, a smoldering blaze.
Retrouvaille: The Echo of Us
So here we stand, the past a distant shore, the present trembling on the edge of flight. Two hearts that beat in rhythm once before may finally find their perfect, shared delight.
Light a Flame
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?
Zenith IRLs 