I am but a wanderer, drawn to the fire in you—
an unyielding force, fierce yet true,
never fading, never free.
No matter the storms that rise in my path,
I will find my way back to you,
chasing the warmth, the spark, the glow,
even if it tests me, even if it burns.
I am but a captive of your light, unwavering and bold,
fuelled by the certainty that in your blaze,
I am not lost—I am home.
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