Your lighthouse

‎I am your lighthouse, standing tall, ‎A breath of freshness, cooling call. ‎The sign that guides your wildest quest, ‎For I am your sweetest rest. ‎ ‎For your seed, I’m Earth’s own might, ‎The force of nature, pure and bright. ‎Two sparks — that’s all it takes, you see, ‎But this is life’s own energy. ‎ ‎Embraces warm and gifts untold, ‎Confessions brave, desires bold. ‎The fervour of our closeness, deep, ‎Life’s new sails, ours to keep. ‎ ‎An ancient giant watches near, ‎Witness to the path we steer. ‎And driven deep, that wedge stands true, ‎Our main divide — yet binds us too. ‎ ‎We’ve crossed the line, a vow is made, ‎In this, our sacred pact is laid. ‎Your life takes shape, a new soul’s grace, ‎Granting holiness to its place. ‎ ‎Look, don’t you lose this wondrous thing, ‎Reflect upon this miracle’s ring. ‎Don’t give this love to others’ care, ‎Or else the shadows will be there.