I would chase every dawn,

break the miles, leave the night,

cross the silence in your eyes,

just to hear you breathe my name.

I would trade every song,

every stage, every light,

for the tremble in your hand

when you whisper, “stay.”

I would unwrite the goodbye,

turn the tears into wine,

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We stood in the fire, scars in the shape of our names,

but every burn became a vow we never outran.

When the night tried to break us, we bent like steel in the flame,

sang louder than the thunder, turned the storm into a refrain.

Hands tied by sorrow, we braided our fingers through pain,

found grace in the fractures, let the light pour through every vein.

If the world splits open, we’ll still dance on the trembling ground—

two hearts, one echo, unbreakable sound.