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A wanderer, soul on high, Seeking no bond, no flame, no tether— Yet you, soft earthling, anchored me forever. Your laughter pierced my starlit shield, Your breath sketched galaxies I longed to yield, A reckless soul, a fragile heart now mine— How strange, how splendid, to lose all sense of time. I spoke in light; you answered dreams, You stitched my atoms with tender seams, I, born of nova—wild and free, Became a thing that longed for thee. No ancient law, no cosmic sign, Prepared me for this human shrine— To touch, to stay, to fall, to mend, To call a stranger home, to love, to end. Across a thousand worlds I'd roamed alone, Yet only here, in you, my heart found home. Not every orbit leads to endless flight— Some fall... and bloom in love’s pure light.