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Echoes of the Heart

Echoes of the Heart

In the quiet morning’s gentle glow,
Where rivers whisper and soft winds blow,
I wander through the waking day,
And feel your presence lighting my way.

The trees lean low, their branches sway,
Dancing to the tune of a new-born day.
The sunlight spills in molten streams,
Illuminating fragile dreams.

I remember laughter spilled like rain,
Moments free from worry or pain.
Your hand in mine, a tethered flight,
Two souls entwined in morning light.

There’s magic in the smallest things,
The flutter of a bird, the brush of wings.
A dewdrop clinging to the grass,
A fleeting shadow that slowly will pass.

I love your eyes, how they quietly speak,
Of hidden worlds, of wonder unique.
A glance, a smile, a subtle nod,
A bridge between our hearts and God.

Through stormy nights and restless seas,
You’ve been my anchor, my gentle ease.
A steady flame when the world is cold,
A hand to hold, a warmth to hold.

We’ve walked through streets both old and new,
Chasing sunsets painted in every hue.
Through alleyways and open squares,
Finding beauty unawares.

I love the sound of your laughter free,
Ringing like bells across the sea.
I love your voice, its tender tone,
A song that soothes my soul alone.

Time drifts onward, seasons bend,
Yet our journey continues without end.
Moments linger, soft and bright,
A constellation in the night.

In silence too, your presence stays,
A quiet comfort through restless days.
No words are needed, none can define,
The depth of your heart meeting mine.

Memories gather like autumn leaves,
Scattered and golden, yet each one weaves
A story of love, of trust, of care,
A treasure too precious to compare.

I love you in the morning hush,
When dew clings softly to the brush.
I love you when twilight paints the skies,
In amber light where your beauty lies.

Through fleeting hours, through winding ways,
Through the mundane and golden days,
I walk with you, I share your path,
Through storms and sun, through aftermath.

No poem could hold the full expanse,
Of love that sways, that dares, that dances.
It flows like rivers, bends like streams,
It carries whispers, it carries dreams.

And when the night returns to day,
When fleeting moments drift away,
I’ll still find you in every light,
In every shadow, in every sight.

Love is not just fire that burns,
It’s the quiet song that slowly returns.
A melody, soft and endlessly long,
A bond unbroken, steadfast and strong.

So let us walk through dawn and dusk,
Through fields of gold and evening musk.
With every step, with every sigh,
Our hearts will echo, you and I.

And when the world falls still and deep,
When mountains rise and valleys sleep,
I’ll hold your hand, I’ll feel your heart,
A love unbroken, never to part.

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