You are the beacon in my shadowed world, a guiding hand I yearn for. I find myself adrift, longing for direction, for the gentle strength that only you possess. My heart, a delicate bloom, awaits its gardener.
You are the beacon in my shadowed world, a guiding hand I yearn for. I find myself adrift, longing for direction, for the gentle strength that only you possess. My heart, a delicate bloom, awaits its gardener.