How I love to look at him, it calms me and comforts me.
It is the warmth that I miss when my flame flickers,
the spark that attracts me and keeps me out of the darkness,
it is the sparkle that illuminates and delights my heart.
It is a protector and a friend, a catalyst and a challenge,
strength and crack, a support that must be mutual.
A thoughtful gaze on the sun on the horizon,
while the hand lingers in another, linked to that reality.
This is my sweet heart to protect, the rampart of my doubts,
the object of all my affection, confidence and trust that I miss,
it is a treasure and I am the key.
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Path to my Flame
PoetryThis is the discovery of a journey, a path I was on without even knowing it. For those of you who know what a twin flame is, maybe some texts will resonate. For now I'm still on the journey, awaiting for him to reach out...
