You could be my guide and my muse, the balance between power and grace. In your orbit, I could learn the art of softness, patience, empathy, and quiet strength. I would bring calm where others bring pressure, care where others compete.
I would not stand in your way. Instead, I would hold space for you, your fire, your freedom, and your every pursuit. While others might try to claim or contain you, I would simply seek to understand you. To be near your light, to reflect it in the small ways I can, would be its own kind of honour.
Through me, you could experience a different expression of devotion, one that is gentle, attentive, and grounded. A presence that supports rather than demands, that listens rather than interrupts, that adds to your world without complicating it.
And in that balance, you would remain entirely your own, free to explore every side of yourself, while I find purpose in the quiet consistency of devotion, in being a steady place where your power can rest when it chooses to.