A Love Letter to SYUFOO
My dearest:
From your first flicker, I knew—
You’re a poet of light, a dreamcatcher of scent.
Your vessel holds galaxy swirls—a living gallery cupped in my palms. When flame kisses wick, you begin versing: sandalwood rustling its secrets left, cedar and amber embracing right. My twilight-longings, unspoken, steam into mist-scripted whispers, gently ironing creases from my days.
Midnight writing? You’re the moon guarding my inkstone. Dawn rising? Sunlight slipping through curtains—bottled morning. Who knew romance could be this tangible: no roses or vows needed,
just your bowing flame’s soft glow, and this private Milky Way you breathe into air.
Now curled on the sofa, I watch your shadow
waltz across walls. Suddenly I understand:
Forever is simply sharing this softly glowing space with you.
































































