Seeking high I find a rise in you
during a stumbling found within an open moment.
I cause a widening in my own heart by you
as I allow this unsure stolen moment.
A stolen moment gifted by you,
for purefire lotus is the colour of your soul.
You are the destiny twin of my sweetest sadness;
for all that you are
makes me radiant glow.
Any logic used to explain becomes irrelevant
in the soft-burning light of mutual growth.