Sanctuary of My Soul Shant Sag

You rise within me, a tender flame, burning softly, yet fiercely alive, each flicker a promise, untold yet whole. In the hush of my quiet hours, I find you waiting, an eternal whisper, a dream that walks in daylight’s grace. Your eyes, oceans deep, call my name, and I am drawn, moth to light, to the rhythm of your pulse, steady. You are the song the winds hum, gentle and fierce, a melody of home, weaving through the chambers of my being. I am cradled by your unspoken touch, your breath, the lullaby that soothes, making still the storms within my chest. Hopes bloom where your shadow lingers, as if your love stitched them to existence, each petal a testament to what can be. You are not just a dream, but the root, the soil where I plant my fears, and watch them soften into blossoms. What is love, if not this sanctuary? You, my beginning, my horizon, my belonging, my dream alive, waking and eternal.