It’s you, my heart— God’s greatest gift, sent for me. You who see me as I am, with open eyes and an open heart. You pierce my deepest soul, reaching into the farthest corners of my mind, unravelling me gently with every song. Word by word, page by page, heart to heart, face to face— you’ve become the melody that plays within me.
In your presence, the night glows with unexpected brilliance, even under the darkest sky. The day itself burns brighter in the warmth of the sun, but it’s your light that transcends them both. Our hearts tremble, shake, and float, caught in the rhythm of a passion that neither time nor space can silence. Together, we blend into a longing that feels eternal— a longing not born from emptiness but from fullness, from abundance.
Our dreams are threads of hope, stitched into the fabric of an imaginative imagination, yet grounded firmly in our reality of us. They intertwine with our physical existence, shaping who we are and what we create. We are not just lovers. We are not a fleeting romance or a tale to be recited in passing.
We are a story about love— raw, infinite, and alive.
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