They were found where embers burned,
where love was pain, and trust unlearned.
Yet someone reached through shattered parts,
and cradled ruins of their heart.

They showed the angel gentler flame,
where love was soft, and not a game.
The angel bloomed beneath such care—
a wilted soul, no longer scared.

Though distance pressed and shadows came,
their love endured, a steady flame.
Through battles whispered, harsh and low,
together still, they chose to grow.

Not out of fear, nor out of spite,
but hand in hand, they faced the night.
And though the scars will never fade,
their bond holds strong, unbroken, made.

For in the fire, love did start,
and burned its truth into their hearts.
No longer lost, no need to roam—
the angel’s found, and they are home.