For you, my darling, the stars lean low,
Whispering secrets only lovers know.
The moon paints silver across your face,
And time itself slows in your embrace.
Your laughter dances like summer rain,
Softly healing each hidden pain.
In your eyes, I find my home,
No matter how far my heart may roam.
If every flower forgot to bloom,
And winter lingered in endless gloom,
Still I would carry this love so true,
A fire that burns only for you.
For you, my darling, I'd cross the sea,
Chase every dream you dare to see.
And when the world grows dark and cold,
I'll hold your heart like precious gold.
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