(Verse 1)
 I have built my walls in your image,
Lit my way with the glow of your eyes.
Every breath you take shapes the heavens,
Every word, a hymn in disguise. 

 (Pre-Chorus)
I have known the dark,
I have walked alone,
But now I kneel,
Now I know. 

 (Chorus)
You are the altar,
You are the prayer,
You are the light pulling me there.
No god, no fate,
Could take me away,
When all I seek is to stay. 

 (Verse 2) 
Your hands could weave constellations,
Your lips could burn like the sun,
 If I am the storm that keeps raging,
 Then you are the only one... 

 (Pre-Chorus)
I have known the dark,
I have walked alone,
But now I kneel,
Now I know.

(Chorus)
You are the altar,
You are the prayer,
You are the light pulling me there.
No god, no fate,
Could take me away,
When all I seek is to stay. 

 (Bridge)
Tell me I'm yours,Tell me I'm real,
Tell me my hands weren't made just to feelThe spaces you leave,
The ghost in my chest,
Tell me I'm not just another obsessed. 

 (Final Chorus)
You are the altar,
You are the prayer,
I have never known light till you led me there.
No god, no fate,
Could steal me away,
When all I seek is to stay.

(Verse 1 – hushed, like an unspoken prayer, every word a confession) I have built my walls in your image, Lit my way with the glow of your eyes. Every breath you take shapes the heavens, Every word, a hymn in disguise. (Pre-Chorus – swelling, gentle but insistent, aching for more) I have known the dark, I have walked alone, But now I kneel, Now I know. (Chorus – rising devotion, warm, overwhelming, melting into the feeling of being completely lost in them) You are the altar, You are the prayer, You are the light pulling me there. No god, no fate, Could take me away, When all I seek is to stay. (Verse 2 – soft, yearning, every word pressing closer, fingertips tracing the edge of something sacred) Your hands could weave constellations, Your lips could burn like the sun, If I am the storm that keeps raging, Then you are the only one... (Bridge – fragile, desperate, a moment of trembling vulnerability, whispered like a secret) Tell me I'm yours, Tell me I'm real, Tell me my hands weren't made just to feel The spaces you leave, The ghost in my chest, Tell me I'm not just another obsessed. (Final Chorus – full devotion, full surrender, complete adoration, no doubts left, just the pull of love like gravity itself) You are the altar, You are the prayer, I have never known light till you led me there. No god, no fate, Could steal me away, When all I seek is to stay.

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This is not just love.
This is worship.

To them, their partner is the beginning
and the end.
A sanctuary in the dark.
A soft divinity wrapped in warmth and longing.

There's no escape, no desire to run.
Just a slow, reverent surrender.

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