The Quiet Heart
In quiet moments when the day is done, I find my heart returning just to you, My steadfast moon, my morning's rising sun, The steady hand that sees my spirit through. No grand parade is needed for this love, It lives in coffee shared and glances known, A gentle grace sent from the stars above, A garden that together we have grown. So on this day of hearts and crimson hue, I pledge again what I have always known, My greatest joy is simply loving you, And calling this sweet life with you my own.
Ин шеър аз ҷониби нейросеть навишта шудааст. Онро нусхабардорӣ кунед, мубодила кунед, дар кортҳо ё нутқҳо истифода баред — он комилан ройгон ва аз они шумост.
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