For my sweetest Steph,
These words are for you.
My heart it beats
With your syncing drum.
Of love and light
That we've now become.
Once mourned the loss
Of something true,
Now flourish instead
No matter the hue.
In loss we win,
Through heavy minds.
For thoughts like yours
Can be unkind.
Yet you breathe
With me,
In rhythm of one.
To fight the harsh
And not succumb.
To treacherous fire
Inside the soul.
You make it love
And turn it gold.
And I observe,
And shout my pride.
Of your growing heart,
And healing mind.
And now we bloom
Like a flowering seed.
For the life we share,
Is the one I seek.
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 2:13 PM UTC
For my sweetest Steph,
These words are for you.
My heart it beats
With your syncing drum.
Of love and light
That we've now become.
Once mourned the loss
Of something true,
Now flourish instead
No matter the hue.
In loss we win,
Through heavy minds.
For thoughts like yours
Can be unkind.
Yet you breathe
With me,
In rhythm of one.
To fight the harsh
And not succumb.
To treacherous fire
Inside the soul.
You make it love
And turn it gold.
And I observe,
And shout my pride.
Of your growing heart,
And healing mind.
And now we bloom
Like a flowering seed.
For the life we share,
Is the one I seek.
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