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In the quiet of the night,
when stars whisper secrets to the moon, I hear your name in the wind, soft as a sigh, gentle as a promise. Your touch lingers in the spaces between my thoughts, a tender echo of warmth, like sunlight dancing on water, an unspoken vow that lingers, long after the moment fades. You are the ink in my unwritten poems, the melody in my silent songs, each heartbeat a verse, each breath a longing, a story we write together, beneath the canvas of the sky. In your eyes, I see forever, a horizon where dreams meet reality, and in your smile, I find home, a place where love is not just felt, but lived, in every glance, in every whispered word.
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