Fifth Letter

L - U - T - H - E - R

E for Elegant

He is elegance, incarnate—

not born, but sculpted by the divine.

Each step he takes, the ground remembers,

and flowers lean to bloom in his wake.

He walks not among men, but above them,

as though Olympus lent him grace.

A god in silken silence, veiled in gold,

his path is not found—it is made.

The air bends for him,

time slows for him,

and where he gazes, even shadows soften.

He does not pass by—he arrives.

It's the fifth letter of your name

Go back again darling

Love,

Darling

Song : Darkest Hour - Astrid S ft Keisya Levronka