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The River of Us

 The River of Us

I walk along the river’s edge,
Where sunlight drips through willow’s ledge.
The water hums a gentle tune,
Reflecting gold beneath the moon.

And in its song, I hear your name,
A soft refrain, a tender flame.
Not fire that burns with reckless might,
But warmth that lingers through the night.

We met in ordinary ways,
Through fleeting hours, through quiet days.
Yet in that moment, time stood still,
And hearts collided, against all will.

I remember laughter spilling free,
Like sunlight dancing on the sea.
Your eyes held stories, deep and wide,
I saw the world where you reside.

There’s magic in the smallest things,
In morning coffee, in birds that sing.
In touches brushed, in subtle smiles,
In footsteps echoing along old tiles.

Love, I have learned, is not a storm,
Nor always passion’s fiery form.
It lives in patience, soft and kind,
In gentle acts that bind and bind.

We’ve walked through streets of scattered light,
Through rainy nights and skies of white.
Hand in hand, our shadows merge,
Two separate streams in a single surge.

I love the quiet of your gaze,
The way it cuts through life’s dense maze.
The way you speak without a word,
A language only hearts have heard.

Through all the storms that life may send,
Through broken paths and roads that bend,
You’ve been my anchor, steady and true,
A harbor calm when winds pursue.

The nights we’ve spent beneath the stars,
Sharing dreams of Venus and Mars,
Will linger long within my chest,
Moments of life, moments of rest.

We’ve built our world in whispered tones,
In laughter shared, in joyful moans.
Not grand in riches, not in fame,
But rich in love, a burning flame.

I love your laughter, wild and free,
Like rivers racing toward the sea.
I love your tears, your fragile fears,
The quiet way your heart appears.

Through fleeting time and endless space,
Through gentle touch and warm embrace,
I find in you my truest home,
No need to wander, no need to roam.

We gather memories like precious stones,
Small fragments shaped in gentle tones.
Each one a testament of care,
A story only we can share.

The seasons change, the years will fly,
The sun will fall, the stars will die.
Yet still I feel your heartbeat near,
A constant song I always hear.

I love you in the morning hush,
When dew clings softly to the brush.
I love you in the twilight calm,
In every fleeting, tender psalm.

Even in silence, even in thought,
In battles lost, in lessons taught,
You are the flame that lights my way,
The hope that carries through the day.

We’ve dreamed aloud on moonlit nights,
Painted futures in soft delights.
We’ve built our castles in the sky,
Yet kept our feet where rivers lie.

There are no words that can contain,
The depth of love that does not wane.
It bends, it flows, it twists, it turns,
Yet in its heat, the spirit burns.

I love you in the storm’s embrace,
When life moves fast, when we must race.
I love you when the world is still,
When hearts align by quiet will.

And when the river meets the sea,
When tides pull strong, when we are free,
I’ll hold your hand, I’ll feel your breath,
A quiet life that conquers death.

For love is not just flame or fire,
It’s the gentle echo of desire.
It’s the hand you hold, the glance you give,
The reason, the answer, the way we live.

Through all of life’s uncharted streams,
Through whispered fears and fleeting dreams,
You are the current I follow deep,
The love I hold, the soul I keep.

So let the days drift soft and slow,
Let winds of fate continue to blow.
I’ll walk with you through all we face,
And find forever in your embrace.

And when the stars fade into dawn,
And all the night’s soft dreams are gone,
I’ll still be here, your heart’s true song,
Through all of life, where we belong.

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