_Valkyria_

I love you as the sun must love the moon— forever burning toward a fleeting kiss, condemned to find you fading all too soon, yet rising still, for even this is bliss: To spill my gold upon your silver skin, to leave my warmth where I may never lie; to watch the night receive you gently in, then spend my life pursuing you across the sky. And should the heavens grant us one eclipse, one breath in which the centuries fall still, I would surrender fire beneath your lips and let the heavens darken as they will. For what is light, if I must shine alone? Let stars keep count of all the years we miss. I would burn through every life I own to turn eternity into a kiss.