Until heaven, we’ll walk through the fire,
arms locked, breath slow, hearts tuned to the choir.
Every echo of sorrow we rename into light,
painting tomorrow across the throat of the night.
If the sky folds inward, we’ll shoulder the seams,
trading our tremble for rivers of dreams.
Time may fracture, but love keeps the pace—
your pulse in my palm, our forever in place.
Until heaven calls home, we remain in its glow,
side by side, letting forever flow.