A match can spark a flame.
A star can light up the sky.
But she—she is the only one
who can light up my heart.
The flame burns brightly.
The star glimmers from afar.
But her light is different.
It’s soft, warm, and steady—
reaching into the quiet corners of my soul,
turning everything once dull into something worth living for.
She doesn’t need grand gestures.
Just a glance, a smile, a gentle touch
is enough to awaken me.
As if every forgotten feeling stirs again,
every wound begins to heal,
and every hope flickers back to life.
The world may be filled with a million lights,
but none shine like hers.
Because her light doesn’t just illuminate the outside—
it warms the inside.
It doesn’t just help me see—
it helps me feel.
So no, I don’t need the whole sky.
I just need her—
the only one
who can light up my heart.
