From one day came this love:
I, a moth; you, a flame.
Still we dance.
What is distance to a soul?
What is silence, but a vessel?
I feel you in my bones.
And I’ll keep on feeling you until the sun goes dark and the stars fall and time is no more.
As I wait for you to wake up, what is time when I know I would wait a thousand lifetimes if I had to?
To hear my name on your lips, to feel your heart next to mine and to find myself home in your arms.
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