The tempest rages, fierce and wild,
A storm within, untamed, defiled.
Thoughts collide like waves at war,
Endless echoes, evermore.
The weight of worlds upon my chest,
No peace, no pause, no place to rest.
Yet in the distance, soft and bright,
You stand—a beacon, bathed in light.
Not mine to hold, not mine to claim,
You walk a path that bears no name.
Your heart belongs where love is true,
A world beyond my meager view.
And so I watch, and so I stay,
A silent shadow, kept at bay.
No grief, no ache, no bitter pain,
Just quiet joy in your domain.
For you deserve the stars, the sun,
The gentle love, the battles won.
And though I stand where echoes roam,
Your happiness will be my home.
Yet if you call, if shadows rise,
If sorrow darkens sapphire skies,
I’ll stand beside you, strong and near,
Unmoved, unwavering—always here.