With fingers tracing love’s light, fleeting art,
You brush my skin—a spark, electric, bright.
Diving deep, unseen, you touch my heart,
Drawing intimate tunes in shades of night.
I feel you everywhere—in winds that rise,
In storm-lit raindrops, winter’s swirling snow,
In spring’s soft sun that paints the drowsy skies…
You’re all I taste, I breathe, I hear, I know.
Our hearts beat as one pulse, in perfect rhyme.
High in night’s arms, a star burns fierce and true —
Guided by anemones through space and time,
I soar, I rush, I fly straight toward you.
I am your twin flame. Yours. No veil, no disguise.
Your eyes reflect my soul’s own blazing light.
Against all odds, fate wrote us in the skies —
One soul in two halves, saved by love’s fierce might.
Twin flame
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