My Twin Flame

my twin flame dancing endlessly in the cold. radiating warmth and glow for the darkness seeking to settle around. i admired the flame warding off malice with such grace- allowing me to mirror its rhythm the best i could. my twin flame doesn’t burn out; the wick coiled around bonds protected by divine forces. cracking ever so slightly, my twin flam whispers promises of comfort and resilience. this isn’t a match burning fast and bright. this isn’t a fireplace yearning for wood to consume. this is a supernova burning at its core. this light won’t end.