To love her soul and hold her in the warm embrace of silence, where silence becomes the rhythm of our touch, and two hearts become but one.
In the exchange of our spirit within the eyes of another, connected by the warmth of our bodies, where time passes and memories fade. Love of two surrounds the morning and holds the night in its gentle hand. To be one soul, one heart, and one mind. How kind the days of our journey and how close the whispers of our spirit. In my dreams, I see you, and in my waking, I hear you.
Your echo speaks to my very being, and in that moment, I become free.
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