Unfolding lights trace the darkened path at night,
illuminated by a love that almost frightens.
The sunrise stirs in its wake;
flowers sing, and the sky begins to brighten.
As the path finally aligns, a heady fragrance unfurls—
a story begins when two souls finally meet.
The longing I once forgot has awakened.
When did my heart grow so restless,
anticipating something so foreign, yet so familiar?
It craves your love—the very essence of you.
How foolish I was to think myself above this,
unaware of the dove already fluttering near.
Is it truly a crime to hide you away,
to keep you close within my gaze, just for myself?
It feels as though I’ve met a version of me
I’ve never seen before—one who sings along, plays along.
I want to be seen, to be held,
to be the sole center of your affection.
I am a blossom in spring,
brimming with life, brimming with need.
So, my dove, spread your wings—
fly high, fly toward me.
Listen to your heart; listen to yourself.
Let us behold what we have created.
May the bloom of our love guide you through,
may the sky chant the song of my love to you.
Let me adorn those illuminated paths;
let me be the one to hold you
as you finally choose to abide.
I wish to keep you for myself,
though you are the dove meant for the sky.
Selfish as my desire is, my heart still flutters
as I watch you fly.
I do not wish to conquer you,
nor do I wish to be conquered.
My story begins with you,
and it shall surely end with you.
Let us spread our wings, let us fly high.
Let the winds guide us through—
through every rise and fall,
we will always find our way.
And so, a story begins:
one full of love, one full of life,
destined to align—
awakening something primal,
as old as time itself,
in its wake.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 5:33 PM UTC
Unfolding lights trace the darkened path at night,
illuminated by a love that almost frightens.
The sunrise stirs in its wake;
flowers sing, and the sky begins to brighten.
As the path finally aligns, a heady fragrance unfurls—
a story begins when two souls finally meet.
The longing I once forgot has awakened.
When did my heart grow so restless,
anticipating something so foreign, yet so familiar?
It craves your love—the very essence of you.
How foolish I was to think myself above this,
unaware of the dove already fluttering near.
Is it truly a crime to hide you away,
to keep you close within my gaze, just for myself?
It feels as though I’ve met a version of me
I’ve never seen before—one who sings along, plays along.
I want to be seen, to be held,
to be the sole center of your affection.
I am a blossom in spring,
brimming with life, brimming with need.
So, my dove, spread your wings—
fly high, fly toward me.
Listen to your heart; listen to yourself.
Let us behold what we have created.
May the bloom of our love guide you through,
may the sky chant the song of my love to you.
Let me adorn those illuminated paths;
let me be the one to hold you
as you finally choose to abide.
I wish to keep you for myself,
though you are the dove meant for the sky.
Selfish as my desire is, my heart still flutters
as I watch you fly.
I do not wish to conquer you,
nor do I wish to be conquered.
My story begins with you,
and it shall surely end with you.
Let us spread our wings, let us fly high.
Let the winds guide us through—
through every rise and fall,
we will always find our way.
And so, a story begins:
one full of love, one full of life,
destined to align—
awakening something primal,
as old as time itself,
in its wake.
