Shelter For My Soul

I am Lumia, and your love is nourishment for my weary veins. Once granted, your ardor will never be ravaged in vain. The sanctuary of your love is my protector through the rage, sheltering me from the pain, levitating my sane.

When I am cold, you fill the shivering abyss of my soul, penetrating the panes of my place with your loves' fervent embrace. When I am burning, I feel the soothing breeze of your maturating passion flowing through the aura of this space.

You keep your foundation solid and proud, never falling under the masses' duress, supporting me in my time of less.

The shelter of your intellect is the first thing I seek in the morning, and the vitality of your comfort is all I desire at night. Your heart is where the journey of my love takes flight.

Eternally rolling on an interminable reel is the rendering of how you make me feel. The nourishment of your love is how my soul heals, and there's no changing how it's genuinely real. Your heart is where my heart lives. Anywhere you are is home because home is wherever my love is.