When I saw you time stood still.

All reasoning was bent at will.

You were not a gift but a flame.

I had questions like what was your name.

I reached—

Wanting you to know all of me.

Your gaze fierce and kind.

Revealed the god we’ve left behind.

We are not perfect but we choose,

To rise , to fall, to win, to loose.

No fate, not force but a holy dare—

To stand in love, stripped and bare.

So let them speak of stars and signs.

Our myth is older then their lines.

With the card drawn,

Our love has only begun.