Belief, they say, is a fire
a glow that burns the hollow night,
a lantern in the marrow of the soul
lighting paths unseen.
To me, you are the flame itself:
life, love, and spirit,
the pulse of heat that keeps me whole.
I am only the vessel,
the brass and glass,
the trembling frame that guards you.
For love, like belief, flickers
too much air, and it fades;
too little, and it starves.
They warn that obsession smothers,
that a cage cannot be love.
But I say obsession is devotion
a shelter for the fire,
not its grave.
Without a lantern, fire dies.
Without your light, I too would fade.
So let me hold you,
contain you,
keep you burning
not to bind, but to preserve,
my beloved flame,
my temple of belief,
my lanterned soul.
About the Creator
Donna K
I write where love and darkness intertwine in the quiet spaces where obsession is not a cage but a lantern, where madness is not an ending but a mirror. My work spirals through themes of devotion, identity, and the raw intensity being human
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