I am more than one flame can warm.
I am more than one rhythm can move.
I am more than one kiss can quiet.
I am more — and I choose to prove.
I share my time like open hands,
my touch like verses, soft and true.
No one owns the sky I fly in,
but I land with those who do.
I don’t confuse desire with drift.
I don’t mistake freedom for flight.
I give my yes with open eyes,
and hold with care through day and night.
I am not less for loving wide.
I am not lost — I love with pride.