Eyes meet
Flushed cheeks
Glance away
Shift and sway
Throats clear
To be near
Bliss divine
Stars align
Held tight
Feels right
This feeling
Renders reeling
Hands touch,
Too much
How sparks fly
Now, a sigh
Soul deep
Heaven’s keep
Shadows entwine
Depths enshrined
Hands hold
Purest gold
Within the light
No will to fight
Called now
Sacred vow
To do no harm
In embers’ warm
A promise
Blessèd Goddess
Held so dearly
Fended fiercely
Close here
Ever near
Even when far
Our North Star
—Liora
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