I wasn’t supposed to love you,
Yet you became the warmth I yearn for.
You are the moon the stars like me look toward,
The breath that brings life to my flute,
The muse that stirs every creation within me.
Dec 21, 2025
Dec 21, 2025 at 11:10 PM UTC
I wasn’t supposed to love you,
Yet you became the warmth I yearn for.
You are the moon the stars like me look toward,
The breath that brings life to my flute,
The muse that stirs every creation within me.