"An Angel’s Heart. A Dwarven Tear..."

“I came with books and moonlit grace… I carried books like armor… but he read through me. I catalogued galaxies. He showed me how to sit still. I wrote margins in a language older than breath. He taught me laughter instead.” My arms were full of quiet things Dark hair brushed low beneath my wings My spectacles caught starlight’s gleam A quiet girl from some high dream I stood there short, but firm and still Grey in beard, in suit, in will My voice was low, my laugh ran deep You woke a part I meant to keep I never cared for height or grace You never asked me to keep pace You kissed my brow, I held you near, An angel’s heart. A dwarven tear. I folded wings with feathered care To walk beside you, anywhere I brewed you tea, I scratched my chin You lit the world I held within You showed me joy in quiet tones You stirred the warmth beneath my bones And side by side through dusk and flame Two souls that never asked for name “I never asked for you to stay... But still, you chose me, every day.” We never needed world or throne We carved our names in love alone You kissed the clouds, I held the stone But neither ever walked alone