From childhood's dawn he rose—
dark skin kissed by sun, brown eyes holding stories,
locks like rivers of time, wild and wise.
A beautiful gap in his smile,
where laughter learned to breathe.
Pure Tere- blood,
pride standing tall in his shoulders,
a king who knows his worth—
yet when she appears,
even his strength softens.
He cannot resist her gravity,
nor does he wish to.
Their love walks beyond dreams,
above utopia, where longing ends
and forever feels like home.
Cece!
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