霜落靜窗邊，
冷氣黐埋啲夢，
心火慢慢生。
Frost leans on the pane;
winter hush folds in my dreams—
my hidden fire wakes.
霜
The Dance of Quiet Fire
A:
Your hand upon my waist ignites a flame,
though shadowed light conceals each shiver there;
I lean into the pull, yet hide my name,
and breathe your strength as though it were my air.
B:
I feel your pulse beneath my careful grip,
the sway of trust you dare not yet release;
each tilt, each breath, a whispered fellowship,
each inch you bend draws closer to my peace.
A:
The curve of you becomes my secret road,
each step a yielding, trembling, urgent grace;
I taste the silence where desire is owed,
and let my lips not move, yet meet your face.
B:
I hold you near, yet give the space you need,
the edge of want that trembles in your chest;
your subtle heat commands, and I concede,
yet keep my hand a careful, guiding rest.
A:
The brush of skin, the press of quiet strength,
you lead me where my own restraint dissolves;
I lean, I fall, I follow every length,
and find in yielding how my power evolves.
B:
Your softness tempts me further than the night,
yet I contain the hunger in my eyes;
each heartbeat shared becomes a tethered flight,
a gravity where we alone comprise.
A:
If I surrender fully to this sway,
will you consume the fire I cannot name?
Or let me hold the flame another day,
and play with shadow, hunger, breath, and claim?
B:
I bend, I wait, I let the moment bloom,
the dance of want, of danger, and of trust;
we move as one, yet separate from the gloom,
and linger in a heat the night encrusts.
A:
Then keep me in the circle of your arms,
where every whispered touch becomes my throne;
I feel the thrill beneath your careful charms,
a kingdom where surrender stands alone.
B:
And here I stay, your strength reflected mine,
your yielding crown upon a quiet fire;
we trace the edge where hunger intertwines,
and in each step reveal our shared desire.
We move as one, our shadows folding slow;
your pulse in mine, a vow without a word.
I guide, you yield, then take the lead I know—
two murmurs fused till neither voice is heard.
花落離愁
櫻花一瞬飛，
離語輕飄未停，
心口留淡香。
Cherry blooms in a blink—
your leaving words drift softly,
a faint ache lingers.
When My Heart Was Touched
When once your shadow brushed against my own,
My reason wavered like a candle’s flame;
A calm I’d worn for years was overthrown,
And every breath confessed your secret name.
I walked the world as though its storms were tame,
My solitude a fortress held with grace;
Yet one soft look unmade what I became,
And set a wilder music in its place.
No madness claimed me—only your embrace,
A sweeter ruin than my guarded lore;
Your warmth undid the starlight on my face,
And taught me want I never knew before.
I’m sane in cold and silence, untouched, free—
But lose my mind when your heart moves in me.
Winter Storms in Flame
Grey sky splits in roar,
Thames shivers beneath the gust,
Winter storms in flame.
Galadriel’s Mirror
A silver basin holds the forest’s breath,
Its waters whisper futures yet unknown.
They show both life and shadow, love and death,
A thousand paths the heart may call its own.
The hobbit sees his homeland torn and scarred,
The wizard’s eye aflame upon the sky.
Yet choice remains, though visions may be marred—
The Mirror speaks, but never tells a lie.
Galadriel stands, a flame of light and will,
Her hand outstretched, yet steady in her grace.
She passes by the Ring, though time is still,
And leaves its fire to burn in Sauron’s face.
So waters shine, both perilous and clear—
The soul revealed in Galadriel’s Mirror.
London Breathes in Winter Hush
Frost crowns chapel stones,
lamps burn gold through misted streets—
footsteps echo slow,
markets hum with lantern light,
London breathes in winter hush.
The Tree Where Love Gathers
Upon the eve when winter’s chill doth glide,
A splendid tree in splendor stands so tall,
With emerald leaves and ornaments applied,
As twinkling lights like stars on earthly thrall.
Each bauble tells a tale of joy and cheer,
Of moments shared beneath the frosty glow,
In fragrant boughs, the memories draw near,
As laughter mingles softly with the snow.
Yet, as the night unfolds its velvet seam,
The gifts abound, wrapped in love’s tender art,
Each ribbon binds a wish, a whispered dream,
A testament of warmth within the heart.
So let us gather ’round this wondrous sight,
For in this tree, our love finds pure delight.
Advent Peace
The second flame begins to rise,
Its glow reflects in watchful eyes.
It whispers calm through winter’s breath,
A promise stronger still than death.
The world is hushed, the night is deep,
Yet peace is sown where angels keep.
The weary heart, the restless mind,
Find solace in the light they find.
No sword nor crown can still this flame,
It burns beyond the reach of shame.
It teaches us the gentle art
Of holding peace within the heart.
So let us walk this quiet road,
Where mercy lifts the heavy load.
The second candle’s tender glow
Shall guide us where the rivers flow.
Moonlit Admission
Beneath the moonlight, she alone will stand,
Awash in glow of love that hides its name;
As shadows shift, they trace what hearts command,
And in her eyes, desire guards its flame.
She whispers to the night, “Come closer still,”
And longing stirs to answer her soft plea;
In darkness’ hush, she learns her secret will,
And finds the truth her trembling seeks to be.
Upon her skin, a touch begins to wake
The quiet fire that waits beneath her breath;
Its rising heat compels her pulse to shake,
A dance of want that tempts the edge of death.
They move as one where silent vows begin,
In measured steps toward tender, shadowed sin.
Scotland Hauds Its Frozen Breath
Sleet skirls ower the braes,
loch lies cauld in silver drift—
pine trees bend in grief,
stane and water thole the storm,
Scotland hauds its frozen breath.
The Void He Leaves
The rooms still hold the hush of where he slept,
a warmth remembered though the air is cold.
His toys remain exactly where he kept
their stories, bright with love that won’t grow old.
Eleven years he followed at my side,
each step a thread that stitched me into peace.
Now grief expands to where his joy once lied,
a space too wide for anything to ease.
I tell myself he walks just out of view,
his gentle watch still settling on my day.
Yet loss returns in every shadow’s cue,
and all my paths feel heavier this way.
My clever friend is gone, yet still I see
the void he left—
and what he gave to me.
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