The Vow of the Souls - A Promise to Never Part Again

Moonlight poured
like a blessing upon us,
the air alive
with your breath’s soft murmur,
and the stars above —
silent witnesses
to what our hearts would vow.

Your hand in mine,
and this time,
there was no fear.
No shadows
of parting.
Only the quiet
of two souls
finally home.

I looked into you,
you into me —
and together
we etched a promise
into the depths of our beings:

"We shall never part again."

No curve of time
can bend us away,
no twist of fate
can unwrite this bond.

We are souls —
and the flesh
no longer rules our story.

Without you,
my name loses all meaning.
With you,
each breath
becomes a verse of light.

We no longer seek worship
in temples or shrines,
for we have made
our devotion
from the rhythm of our love.

Each sigh from your lips
settles gently in my blood.
And every beat of my heart
is now a sacred chant
in your name.

We count not years,
but the hush between two gazes,
the stillness between
your voice
and my soul’s reply.

You go nowhere
without me
folded into your breath,
and I cannot stop
without you
becoming my path.

Separation —
a dream we outgrew.
Now we walk
in the ever of always.

We swear
by the stars above,
by that first glance
which made us whole —
we are,
and forever shall be,
one flame,
one silence,
one soul.

This is not love
that lives and dies —
this is love
that was written
in the margins of the divine.