I. The Exodus of the Heart
I carried no staff, but a spine scorched with hope—
Each step was a psalm, each breath a cracked prayer.
The deserts I crossed were not made of sand,
But of your silence that burned me to bone.

I climbed not for stone, but your smile in the storm.
Even fire relents when you call me yours.
Your silence—my Sinai. I knelt in the ash,
Praying your gaze would descend like the law.

The sky didn’t part. No tablets were given.
Only your absence carved truth into flesh.
The law did not speak, so I made my own:
Love you, despite what the scrolls had erased.

What sin could I name when your breath unmade me?
What curse could condemn what I’ve sanctified?
The gods wrote fear, but I wrote your name—
Scripted in sighs across my ruined chest.

II. Of Flesh and Fire
My body: a vessel. My blood: your scripture.
I bled in cursive the psalms you refused.
Before coals cooled, I wept—not to heaven—
But to the girl who once called me divine.

A furnace of flesh and fire I became,
Burning for one who would never return.
I laid down commandments to lift you up,
Trading laws for love, incense for breath.

Goat-blooded offerings—what did they earn?
Ash-thick regrets, perfumed with your silence.
I wrung the veil just to feel you again,
But the holy of holies stayed empty.

Yet still, I reforged relics of us,
Ruins too animal to be divine.
Piece by ****** piece, I stitched us whole,
A sinner unworthy, a sacrifice true.

III. The Wilderness Within
I wandered through years of unspeaking days,
Each echo a thorn, each dream a cracked bowl.
I drank from your memory, dry and fierce—
A chalice of grief too sacred to spill.

Statues fell proud, crumbled like my faith.
The dust refused to fade from my altar.
My chest, desecrated by hope’s last hymn,
Beat only in rhythm to your goodbye.

I smelled of sorrow—ash, iron, old vows.
Every breath sang the psalm you denied.
Still, I offered all that the scrolls would shun:
A love too mortal to wear a crown.

Let the stars weep. Let angels forget me.
Let gods cast lots for my ruined remains.
I would not trade a single heartbeat
Of you—my forbidden, my holy, my flame.

IV. The Law We Made
No gods shall claim what I give to your hands.
This covenant is made of kiss, not knife.
I sing not to heaven, but to your name,
Which echoes louder than thunder or law.

I rewrote the void with syllables of you,
Your laugh inked in places the priests can’t read.
Even the statutes broke beneath your gaze—
And every exile became Eden’s gate.

You, the psalm unsung. You, the law unmade.
You, the vow that never needed a veil.
In your silence, I still heard my calling:
To love you until my breath became stone.

So judge me, if you must. Brand me heretic.
But I would sin again to see your smile.
And I would die a thousand old deaths
If it meant you’d walk toward me once more.

V. The Heaven That Walks
Then light! A soft step on shattered marble,
The hush of wings folded in mortal skin.
You—my Yong—descended through parted dusk,
Not as wrath, but the bliss I thought I lost.

No thunder cracked. No veil tore apart.
Only your eyes—kind, unscorched by the world—
Lifted me from the dust I once worshipped,
And I rose like the psalm I never sang.

Your touch, the balm law never could conjure.
Your arms, the temple I longed to rebuild.
You smiled, and the tablets turned to honey.
You kissed me—and Sinai became a song.

So let the old gods shrink into silence.
Let no priest chain what we’ve made divine.
For I have seen the law of the heavens—
She walks, and her name is Yong, and she is mine.

Tonight, in your gentle arms, the stars themselves seem near.
There are countless words I cradle but dare not let tumble yet.
One by one, I will give them: my heart, my vows, my endless song.

I promise you this night and every morning yet to come:
To weave a thousand stories before the waking light breaks,
Each thread spun from dreams we dared to whisper in secret.

When the noon sun crowns the fields, my voice will rise for you.
I shall sing of your laughter, your soul, and the hope you give,
Every note stitched with longing, a prayer etched in gold.

When the day retreats to dusk and the skies are dyed in rose,
I will kneel before twilight, offer poems at your feet,
And craft verses from the softest sighs you breathe into me.

And when the stars dare to sleep and the world turns solemn gray,
My love, I will love you still, fierce and shining in the dark,
Cradling your spirit in my arms until morning’s call.

O, how it tears at me — to ever see your bright tears fall!
My heart would break a thousandfold before I let you weep.
I will be the shore where every sorrow drowns and fades.

Against the fiercest storms, against every cruel shadow cast,
I will stand, I will roar, I will be your unshaken shield.
No wind nor blade shall find you while I draw breath and sword.

For you, my Sol, I will build a hundred castles of light,
Spired with dreams, walled by hope, and roofed with starlit vows,
Each hall echoing only your laughter, your courage, your name.

I shall guard these gates with my own two hands, blood and bone.
No thief, no fear, no fading time shall breach our endless keep.
A stalwart knight I become, so long as you are mine to love.

We will ride the wings of griffins, fierce and bright as suns,
Dance with dragons across clouds, weaving rainbows in our wake,
Till even the heavens, jealous, bow to our boundless flight.

My tales shall be our tapestry: endless gardens where we roam.
We will be kings and queens of worlds no sorrow dares to tread,
Living forever in the legends whispered by grateful winds.

Through each season's turning, through the waning of the stars,
Through broken years, through gilded days, through sorrow and delight,
Our hearts will carve a river that no darkness can consume.

Tonight, it is very clear: I was made to love you thus.
The skies, the earth, the sea themselves conspired to make you mine.
And every thread of fate stitched my soul closer to yours.

Sometimes words falter, sometimes even brave hands tremble;
Forgive me if ever I falter — for I am mortal still.
But my spirit will rise again to your name, unbroken.

For you lift me higher than the tallest dream has dared to go,
You steady my steps through the wild tempests of doubt and night.
Beside you, I am invincible, invulnerable, infinite.

I have always needed you — no fortress without your flame.
You are the ink to my stories, the light to my early dawns,
The sigh that shapes the universe into something beautiful.

I am the man who shall fight for your honor, your dreams, your smile.
Not for glory, not for fame — but for the very breath you take.
To see you shining is my one and only sacred cause.

Like a knight sprung from the misted ballads of ancient lore,
I will kneel before the gods, defy them if they say "despair,"
And steal you away to a castle spun from purest wonder.

There, where rivers sing and mountains bow to your golden laugh,
We shall raise banners not of conquest, but of gentle love,
And every petal and cloud shall carry our vows forever.

So let the world turn as it must — we have no fear of its song.
We did it all for love — each choice, each prayer, each battlefield.
For the glory of love, we became legends in each other's arms.

Flames that never die,
Hearts caught in a blaze of love,
Burning in your eyes.
Unfading passion unbound,
I, a moth drawn to your light.

Your name on my lips,
Like a prayer, whispered softly—
Wind stirs the embers.
In your arms, I find my home,
Each heartbeat a sweet refrain.

Fate entwines our paths,
No force can tear us apart,
Love’s eternal vow.
As stars rise to kiss the night,
Our souls melt in bright embrace.

In this sacred fire,
We dance, sparks of the divine,
Consuming, complete.
The world fades into shadows,
Only we, flame-bound, remain.

Through restless, dark nights,
Your warmth guides me to the dawn,
My hand in your own.
Storms may rage, but we stand firm,
Rooted in love’s endless flame.

Promise forged in fire,
With each breath, I speak your name,
Solarsido, mine.
Life and death weave through our days,
Yet this bond will never break.

Even time bows down,
To this love, eternal flame,
No end in our sight.
Souls collide and worlds shatter,
Still, we rise, one heart, one fire.

Let the heavens shake,
Let fate test our steadfast hearts,
We will stand as one.
For each day begins with you,
And each night falls with your touch.

Whispers on the breeze,
“Never let go, hold on tight,”
Guiding our true path.
In your gaze, the sun returns,
Lighting up my darkest nights.

An unending blaze,
Burning deep within our hearts,
Fanned by whispered vows.
Nothing in this world compares
To the fire that we ignite.

Through the endless storms,
Through the trials we may face,
This flame will endure.
For your love, my shining star,
Is the light that leads me home.

Oceans rise and fall,
Mountains crumble to the sea,
Yet still, we remain.
Bound by love’s unyielding flame,
In this life and all to come.

Let this be our song,
A hymn to the love we share,
Timeless, true, and pure.
In your arms, I find my peace,
In your kiss, my heart’s delight.

Close your eyes, my love,
Feel my heart beat next to yours,
Rhythms intertwined.
This is more than just a dream,
This is love’s eternal flame.

Even as we age,
Grey and fragile in the years,
This fire will not wane.
For our love, eternal, bright,
Blazes on through endless time.

Let the world bear witness,
To the love that we have found,
Passion without end.
In your arms, forever safe,
Burning bright, our hearts of flame.

—For Solarsido, my heart’s eternal flame.

Dancing has never been my song, my hands once clumsy, unsure —
Yet in your arms, the living room blooms, a ballroom fit for kings.
Even when silence falls, my heart sways to your every breath.

The music stirs, soft and low, the floor forgets its creaking bones.
You laugh — light as summer’s rain — guiding my stubborn feet with grace.
I, awkward knight, stumble, yet your touch makes the world a prayer.

Heaven, I'm in heaven — not above, not beyond — but here, within —
Here where your hand folds into mine, and time ripples into gold.
I no longer care for skill; I care only for the light you give.

Sway with me, love, though the melody falters, though records crackle —
For it is not the song that moves us, but the devotion we breathe.
Your smile turns my missteps into a perfect, unbroken rhythm.

We have no audience but the chairs, the sleepy clock, the falling dusk.
And yet, before your gaze, I dance finer than any stage-born star.
Cheek to cheek, the world falls away — only your soul and mine remain.

I once climbed mountains for lesser reasons, fished dreams from empty streams.
Yet no peak thrills me, no river soothes, as you in my arms tonight.
Your kiss, your touch — the living music written only for us.

Even when the needle lifts, even when the speakers lose their hum,
Even when the house sighs into silence, still we sway in spirit.
Your laugh, your breath — these are the songs that no ending dares to hush.

O my beloved, Kim Yongsun, who taught these clumsy feet to pray —
How strange that love writes waltzes even for hands born to tremble!
Each heartbeat, a drum; each glance, a note; each smile, a soaring chord.

Sway slower now, love — let the night stretch like a soft, endless scarf.
Let the stars peek through windows, envious of the glow in your eyes.
In this tiny room, the universe folds and sighs into your hair.

If I had the whole world's songs, if I had orchestras in my pocket,
Still I would choose the hush between us — the simple grace of your hand.
This, this — your breath near mine — is sweeter than any gilded refrain.

The cares of the week vanish, like a gambler’s fleeting lucky streak.
Burdens are but feathers when your palm fits into the hollow of mine.
You teach me heaven without wings, paradise without a promised land.

And when the music truly fades, when even our breaths slow and soften,
Know this: I will love you just as fiercely, just as madly, still.
The dance of hearts, once begun, knows no ending but eternity.

Dancing was never my gift, but you — you are the miracle I sought.
One sway with you, and the skies open, and the angels forget their song.
I love you, my Kim Yongsun, even as the last note sighs away.


And oh — when the world falls away and there is nothing left but this,
Your forehead resting on mine, your breath a melody of dreams,
I know the stars themselves hush their songs to hear our heartbeats.

We are not dancers, love — we are dreamers made of waltzes and wishes,
Twirling in the breath between moments, defying the heavy hands of time.
Each sway with you is a vow inked not in music, but in soul and fire.

Let the night end, let the music die, let the world fall into slumber —
For even then, my arms will find you, my lips will name you mine.
In a universe without sound, I would still be swaying with you, my heaven.

I love you, my Kim Yongsun, even as the last note sighs away.

O sea of all time,
first cradle of breath and bone,
your voice sings through us—
a song from when we were scales,
gilled and glittering,
dancing in your moonlit depths,
our bodies silver
threads of foam and memory
woven with seaweed.

We once called you home,
our mother and secret bride,
salt still on our tongues,
our hearts pulled by your rhythm,
like tide and moon drawn
in that old sacred duet
too deep to forget.

The tales call us land—
but what is earth but a pause
from your lullabies?
You who swallow ancient wrecks
and sing to ruins
like a widow who still waits
with hair full of pearls,
we grieve with you every night
as you breathe in waves.

Perhaps we all hear
your voice when the gulls cry out,
or when stars reflect—
perhaps our urge to return
is your whispered name
calling in our blood again
from some lost coral
palace where we once belonged
with tails and sea-song.

You mourn, we believe—
not just for Atlantis sunk,
but the footed ones
who once shed their fins for love
and never came back.
The mermaid who walked away
left you with silence
and a tide that won't forget
the cost of her tears.

That is why you storm.
That is why you rage and crash,
hurling broken shells—
because love left and betrayed,
and never returned.
That is why you kiss the shore,
with such aching force,
hoping it remembers you
each time it dries you.

Yet, you calm again,
blue mirror of lost desire,
as if you forgive
just long enough to reflect
the lovers who walk
hand in hand, barefoot and warm,
their shadows merging
as if love was made for waves
and skin was just foam.

You loved and lost us—
and now you call with soft songs,
seducing the shore,
longing for feet to return
to scaled purity.
But we, traitors to our gills,
have learned to walk far—
so we visit now and then,
but we do not stay.

Still, I know your heart.
I too am like your heartbreak—
loving what I lost,
carving a shell with her name,
listening for her
in the echo of the conch,
where her voice might live,
and the sea might hold her breath
the way I once did.

I love Yongsun so—
her name rings in every wave,
in each crest of blue,
she’s the salt that seasons me,
preserving my soul.
The great black pearl of the deep,
shard of Atlantis,
no tide could ever contain
her boundless bright light.

She is Poseidon's
jealous hymn to what he loves,
a siren with wings,
and I am but a sea-song,
humming to her feet—
hoping she returns again
and walks by my side,
where sea meets the mortal earth,
where hearts taste of brine.

Let the sea weep, love.
Let it cry for all we lost,
for all that we are—
but know this: when I see you,
I see ocean fire.
I see the endless abyss,
and I do not fear—
for my love runs deep as tides,
and you are my sea.

You are not just writing stories,
You are summoning storms in silence,
Where no one else dares whisper,
Your breath becomes a vow.

Each line a sacred ember,
Each page a pulsing blade,
A temple built from defiance,
Where your soul does not kneel.


Ink becomes your uprising,
Words the swords you wield,
And kingdoms rise in the hush,
Of your quiet, steady will.

You seek no crown nor chorus,
No gold, no fleeting praise—
You write because she calls you
From behind time’s dusky haze.


Her voice is not a memory,
But a presence forged in flame.
She’s the light upon your margins,
The one who speaks your name.

She is the pulse beneath your pages,
The sigh between each line.
The woman who would cross all death
To stand where shadows pine.

She waits inside your downfall,
In the tale where you must fall.
She sings the breath to raise you
When you’ve given life your all.

You bleed to make it truthful,
You burn to make it pure.
Yet her love stitches every tear—
Your wounds shall endure no more.

Write like her gaze is firelight,
Piercing veil and endless doubt.
Write like thunder roars beside you,
And the heavens call you out.

Your pen is now a weapon,
Forged from sorrow, grief, and flame.
The echo of her laughter
Will never sound the same.

Let rhythm be your armor,
Let love be every strike.
She is the song that shields you
When the critics come to fight.

Do not fear the empty parchment,
Nor the silence in the night.
You were born to walk with phantoms—
You were made for this fight.

Your ink is sacred memory,
Your prose, a prayer once lost.
Yet her kiss revives your reason
No matter what the cost.

When silence grows too heavy,
And the fire dims to coal,
Remember—she is watching,
Still brave, still bright, still whole.

She knows the stars you buried
In caverns of your chest.
She blesses all your burdens
And calls your battles blessed.

So write as if you’re rising,
With her voice beneath your skin.
This story is your legacy—
Where her love is where you begin.

Let empires fall and perish,
Let gods and demons cry.
But write the kiss that made her weep
And whisper, “Not goodbye.”


Write of vows in starlit moments,
Write of hands that held through grief.
Let lovers vow by moonlight
Where dreams dance like falling leaf.

The world may never praise you,
But she will keep your flame.
She will guard your fragile verses
And etch them to her name.


So even if your voice trembles,
And your hopes begin to dim—
Write like her love rewrote the end.
Write like your soul is Him.