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When Our Hearts Speak

 When Our Hearts Speak

In the hush before the dawn appears,
When stars still linger through the night,
I feel your presence softly near,
A tender warmth, a quiet light.

No words are spoken, yet I hear,
The rhythm of your steady heart.
A song that draws my spirit near,
A melody that will not depart.

Love is not always blazing fire,
Sometimes it’s the quiet glow.
A hand to hold, a soft desire,
A whisper only hearts can know.

I remember the first time I saw,
The spark within your gentle eyes.
A glance, a breath, a silent awe,
The world fell still beneath the skies.

Time has carried us, as it will,
Through fleeting hours and endless days.
Yet love endures, subtle, still,
In sunlight’s touch and shadowed haze.

We’ve walked through streets of scattered light,
Through alleys quiet, parks untold.
We’ve chased the dawn, embraced the night,
And shared our stories, brave and bold.

There’s magic in the simplest things,
A smile, a laugh, a hand in hand.
The joy a single moment brings,
A universe we both command.

I love you in the morning hush,
When dreams still cling to my mind.
In coffee’s steam, in twilight’s blush,
In every echo that I find.

I love you in the storm’s embrace,
When thunder rolls and winds collide.
For in your calm, I find my place,
A quiet shore where I can hide.

And when the world turns dark and cold,
Your warmth remains, a steady flame.
A tether strong, a hand to hold,
A love that does not shift or wane.

I love the way you make me see,
The beauty in the smallest things.
The way your laugh flows endlessly,
The gentle comfort your presence brings.

Through seasons turning, time’s soft thread,
Through whispered fears and midnight talks,
Through every tear, through every dread,
We’ve walked together on winding walks.

In letters left, in notes unsent,
In glances caught across the room,
In fleeting hugs and soft lament,
Love blooms, it rises, and it looms.

It is the fire in winter’s chill,
The sunlight breaking through the rain.
It bends, it sways, yet holds us still,
A tether strong through joy and pain.

I love you in the quiet hours,
When shadows stretch and birds take flight.
In secret gardens, in unseen flowers,
In moments wrapped in silver light.

No song could capture what you mean,
No poem contain the depth I feel.
For love transcends the seen, unseen,
A force unbound, eternal, real.

And when the stars fade into day,
And time moves on in gentle streams,
I’ll still find words to softly say,
You are my heart, my endless dreams.

Through whispered winds and rising seas,
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
I love you as the earth loves trees,
As rivers love to touch the sky.

So let us walk, just you and I,
Through mornings bright and evenings dim.
Through laughter’s song and sorrow’s sigh,
Our love a never-ending hymn.

In every breath, in every glance,
In moments small and moments grand,
I find in you my soul’s expanse,
My refuge, love, my promised land.

When silence falls and night grows deep,
When dreams drift softly in the air,
I hold you close, my heart will keep,
A love beyond all time and care.

For love is not a fleeting flame,
But a constant light, a guiding star.
And in your arms, I call your name,
Forever mine, wherever we are.

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