One Union Among the Stars
For me, you are the sky, firm and we are meant,
But can you feel the blaze at my feet, not to relent?
Not to resent this soul to burn, this warmth of my star,
Or this world I mar.
Let neither of us tarnish by our selfish serenades,
Our love is not so mere a charade.
Together we make the horizon,
And set our lives on that bastion.
Yet, crash to the ground, and you are mine.
If I fall into the sky, I am thine.
Lest I walk alone again, I must show
That I can teach you how to grow.
No longer are my tears strained,
You have reminded me all that I've pained.
Where have we met before? Not you and I,
But this happiness that makes me cry.
By your hand I no longer a coward,
In your palm, my heart becomes a bird.
Learned to take wing on my own,
My wings fly by the air you've blown.
And whether I am your sky, or yet your ground,
there is nothing to confound,
We are ourselves, teaching courage and love as it should be.
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