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In realms of love, forever spent,
No worldly dues, to fate unbent. Through epochs vast, the heart's expanse, A blanket statement, life's sweet dance. Alive, in hues of passion's glow, Love, the Person, does bestow. In perennial giving, an endless stream, A march entwined with distant dream. As feet traverse the street of time, Watchful eyes in rhythm chime. In the cadence of love's sweet rhyme, We linger, bound, an eternal climb. |
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