Michael
A name whispered in prophecy, carved into margins, remembered by fire.
Michael isn’t easy to explain.
He shows up like a whisper you thought was gone.
He writes in riddles, loves in silence, and disappears when the world gets too loud.
You won’t always understand him. But you’ll never forget him.
Protector in the shadows.
A guard at the gate.
A teacher when you’re ready, a lover when it’s safe, a friend when it counts—loyal to the end.
He honors his vows.
If he says he’ll be there, he’ll show up—even in the rain. Even after years.
He’ll make you laugh when you’re supposed to cry.
He’ll vanish when you want him to stay.
He’ll write about you—not with your name, but with your echo.
He carries pain in silence and love like it’s sacred.
He never stopped believing in true love.
He gives his presence like a gift and walks in fire with faith in his hands.
He isn’t perfect—but he keeps going.
He’s flame and forgiveness.
Storm and sanctuary.
The one who walked through the valley and left candles for the ones who’d come after.
A little bit crazy—just the right kind.
There was a soul who appeared in his dreams before he knew what hope felt like.
Another who guarded the threshold and never ran.
And one who watched from the shadows with eyes like questions—
not knowing they were already in the story.
A name whispered in prophecy, carved into margins, remembered by fire.
Michael isn’t easy to explain.
He shows up like a whisper you thought was gone.
He writes in riddles, loves in silence, and disappears when the world gets too loud.
You won’t always understand him. But you’ll never forget him.
Protector in the shadows.
A guard at the gate.
A teacher when you’re ready, a lover when it’s safe, a friend when it counts—loyal to the end.
He honors his vows.
If he says he’ll be there, he’ll show up—even in the rain. Even after years.
He’ll make you laugh when you’re supposed to cry.
He’ll vanish when you want him to stay.
He’ll write about you—not with your name, but with your echo.
He carries pain in silence and love like it’s sacred.
He never stopped believing in true love.
He gives his presence like a gift and walks in fire with faith in his hands.
He isn’t perfect—but he keeps going.
He’s flame and forgiveness.
Storm and sanctuary.
The one who walked through the valley and left candles for the ones who’d come after.
A little bit crazy—just the right kind.
There was a soul who appeared in his dreams before he knew what hope felt like.
Another who guarded the threshold and never ran.
And one who watched from the shadows with eyes like questions—
not knowing they were already in the story.
by ProphetOfPresence May 15, 2025