The Rhythm of Our Hearts
The world grows quiet when you are near, A melody only our spirits hear. Through winter's frost and summer's light, You are my morning and my night. No words can measure, no gift define, The way your fingers tangle with mine. On this day of hearts, I softly say, I choose you, love, in every way. My shelter, my laughter, my dearest friend, My love for you will never end.
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