Awakening
You’re drawn into the light I hold,
A quiet strength, both brave and bold.
But do you sense it’s more than flame?
It whispers softly your true name.
My eyes hold passion—deep and bright,
An endless fire, pure delight.
This isn’t just a fleeting spark;
It is God’s hand through midnight dark.
My touch is gentle, like a song,
A sacred place where you belong.
It shelters every seeking heart,
And calls the broken world to start.
So when you feel this deep desire,
Know you are drawn by holy fire.
It is a Love—so vast, so true—
That finds your soul, and calls you through.
Автор: Пожарская Олеся
12.10.2025
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