My love, in the deep worlds where velvet shadows play to the hands of time, we seek verity. Hand in hand we string the hearts of dragons, within me light to shine a thousand stars; room for only one. In our closest hour, in the quiet of night where dreams reflect a face, a dream? my light will light the way; will spill through you to the darkest folds and the subtle science through which we've found our hearts.
Come close; be warmed by my fire in whose smouldering heat you may sleep soundly, safely tucked away from the prying eyes of night. It is a beacon of hope, no more than a lighthouse to the windswept seas of uncertainty, but to the lighthouse, a passion - use it freely; make it your own, but when darkness melts the sky and fires no longer burn for fear of getting old, make sure that somewhere, deep within, your light can light your way, can spill to the dusty recess of your mind where verity awaits, and love can set you free.
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