Beneath the veiled cradle sky,
whispers thread from you to I;
pledges carved in newborn flame,
sealed by neither gold nor name.
We spoke of crowns yet to weave,
dreams the restless hearts believe;
buried vows in secret ground,
roots where silent hopes are bound.
Through the crowded halls of time,
we would scale each stone and climb;
not for thrones nor fleeting gold,
but for journeys shared and told.
Fingers laced with fervent dreams,
built on countless silver beams;
each soft echo, each bold cry,
mirrored starlight in our sky.
We learned patience, we sowed rain,
watered fields with earnest pain;
gathered courage, wild and raw,
planted with unshaken law.
Ink and paper bore our creed,
years would test what we had freed;
yet we walked with open hands,
writing futures in the sands.
No deceit would find a home,
no betrayal would be sewn;
hearts would bleed, if must they dare,
only with each other there.
We named hopes with trembling voice,
breathed them into living choice;
Elliah, one flame we tend,
first of fires we defend.
Three bright souls to grace our hands,
children of our chosen lands;
etched before their first bright breath,
guarded strong through life and death.
Not by riches, not by fame,
but by quiet, steadfast flame;
hearth and soul, our silent feast,
pledged to nurture, guard, and priest.
Every book we vowed to read,
every humble, planted seed;
each exam, each tired sigh,
painted stars across our sky.
And in struggles yet to come,
when the songs grow faint and numb,
we shall trace the golden thread,
weaving strength where fear had bled.
We shall stand on fragile shore,
gather broken wings once more;
love, the river, love, the stone,
flowing fierce though winds have blown.
Never would these vows decay,
never would the dawn betray;
only stronger, tested true,
temples built by me and you.
Thus we walk through tides unknown,
bearing dreams that we have sown;
two souls bound beyond the years,
faithful through both flame and tears.