When the light within my heart begins to flicker,
on the verge of shattering, you mend it whole.
You rebuild me with blocks of iron
strong and unyielding, untouched by time.
You sculpt me, piece by piece,
like a statue forged in the heart of a storm.
With each word uttered, a seed emerges,
elevating me from the clustered surface.
Moments with you are like fleeting constellations,
appearing in the vastness of the night,
each one burning with a brilliance so rare,
leaving imprints on the fabric of my being.
Alas, this life is only a canvas,
brushed with the hues of passing time—
a masterpiece painted in fragments of you,
where every stroke holds eternity within its moment