Unaware of when it truly began,
This tender feeling, this quiet plan.
Not the love they loudly declare,
But something profound, soft yet rare.
Like the warmth in this painted view,
Two souls entwined, just me and you.
With hands wrapped tight around our days,
May this dream come true, always.
Not for the moments that come and fade,
Not for seasons that swiftly cascade
But for a lifetime, side by side,
In love that never turns with the tide.
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