Amid the rush of hours that steal the day,
Where duties call and endless tasks arise,
Our hearts still find a quiet, secret way,
A fleeting glance beneath the bustling skies.
A whispered word while coffee cups are warm,
A touch exchanged where schedules cannot bind;
In stolen moments, love defies the storm,
And carves its space within a crowded mind.
Though life intrudes with work and ceaseless care,
Our passion thrives in silences we claim;
Each fleeting pause a vow beyond compare,
A spark that flourishes despite the flame.
So love persists where time would seem too brief,
And grows its roots beneath the world's motif.
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