Till time, it lasts.
Sculpting, sculpting, don't do it fast.
Infernal fire burning sins,
May it happen, where all but one begins.

For nights, endlessly I had nurtured, a flower that could never grow—
A seed descent of bloom rotting, falling slow.
It wasn't the fault of the water or the air—so they say;
The fault lay with the gardener, who trusted the wrong seed that day.

Since the first day, you carved your place,
an ineffaceable mark, a gentle trace.
In my heart, you became someone,
not a dream, but a love outdone.

You became someone--my guiding light,
through darkest hours, through endless night.
Not perfect, no, but human true—
the you I need, forever, you.

Day by day, I searched for your face,
in others, in moments, in every place.
Your words spun like whispers in the air, anew,
“You’ll find me,” you said, “I’ll wait for you.”

Two paths diverged at a juncture,
Should I chase you, or wait for you?
Shadows of something cloud my mind, a future,
where we are together as one, as in two.

Five signs I’ve seen, too clear to ignore.
A month gone by, yet I feel you more.
I stand at the crossroads, scared, and lost.
If I betray them, I betray my lore,
but if I betray you, I betray my cost.

The world has nothing, my heart bleeds,
for the you I need, the love it feeds.
So, come to me, death, my dearest life,
the you I need to end this lasting strife.

Gazing into your caring eyes,
Time sure flies, an evanescent prize.
An aura born of selfless care,
yet in your heart lie limits, there.

In silence, at misery you smile,
rising only, when worthwhile.
I see the strength and grace you display,
making troubles seem child's play.

Two trees, growing side by side,
Surviving through time's tide.
Though deep within, a traitor lies,
you remain true to yourself, no matter the disguise.

A saint of lighting, thriving in the dark,
A ray of knowledge, a guiding spark.

Like dandelions in the air,
You rise toward a future fair—
A world none yet can live without,
But all will dream of, there's no doubt.