You call it cute,
I call it the baseline of truth.
Stumbling through the static,
recapturing youth. What’s the trajectory?
Your rhythm, your motion,
A vibe so essential,
a deep-seated devotion. You’re far too elevated,
you make me feel naive,
The others are a vacuum,
you’re the breath that I receive.
You’re the ignition, the spark in the frame,
I’m tethered to the center,
I’m calling your name.
Since we were children,
the vision was clear,
Right from the genesis,
you’re the one I hold near.
Save me from the shadow,
you’re the grace in the light,
Pretty as a portrait,
perfect in my sight.
You’re too much for the balance,
you make me feel breathless,
The bond is a constant,
it’s entirely deathless. I’m tripping on the frequency,
the move is the goal,
You adore me, you store me,
you’re the anchor for the soul.
Twin flame.
Flamme jumelle.
The spark is the story,
the truth that we tell.
I’m yours.
Je suis à toi.
100% Tiguidou. The spark is stable.
I’ve loved you since the start.