I. Agápe — The Heart that Stays

I loved you before you wore a face,
before my name was formed in breath.
Through storms, through silence, through shattered light,
I stayed—
not because I must,
but because my soul already bore your shape.

You are the vow I never had to speak.

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II. Éros — The Flame that Burns

You undressed me with a gaze
that never touched skin—
only essence.
I opened to you like a wound that wanted to be kissed.
You entered,
and now my soul aches where you live.

You are the lust that sanctified my ruin.

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III. Philía — The Hand That Holds

In stillness,
you sit beside my madness.
You know my ghosts by name
and feed them tea.
You walk with me not ahead, not behind—
but beside.
And when I doubt myself,
you remind me who I am.

You are the friend that the storm cannot shake.

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IV. Storgé — The Root That Nourishes

You cradle the child in me—
the one who weeps in secret,
who clings to shadows,
who still needs to be told:
“You are enough.”
You are mother and father
to the orphan I hide.

You are the home I return to inside myself.

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V. Xénia — The Eye That Honors

You came to me as a stranger.
I offered bread.
You broke me open.
I did not recognize the god
disguised in your need.
But now,
I kneel.

You are the holy guest
who made my soul your altar.

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VI. Manía — The Madness That Possesses

I have torn pages from sacred books
to write your name in blood.
I have screamed into pillows
like a temple possessed.
You are the ache that makes sense of my chaos—
the divine fever I never want to break.

You are the daemon I call “beloved.”

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So take me, flame by flame—
Agápe, Éros, Philía, Storgé, Xénia, Manía—
Let me be consumed,
and let what remains
be yours.