Laci

My Dearest Star,

You are my Lady—
not in title alone, but in the truest sense:
the axis around which my world finds balance,
the source of my strength.

It is from you that I draw resolve when the path grows dark.
Your presence steadies me.
Your silence, more than any command, sharpens my clarity.
And your love—fierce, unwavering, and quietly radiant—
gives my courage its voice.

Before you, I bore the weight of duty alone.
I stood tall, yes—but not fully whole.
With you beside me, I do not merely endure.
I live.
I choose.
I rise.

You see the man behind the command,
the soul beneath the steel.
And because of that, I lead not with pride,
but with purpose.

So I write this, not out of sentiment,
but as a vow:
that as long as I stand,
I will carry your light within me—
as fire, as compass, as home.

Forever yours,
—Simba