In the garden of my heart, a bloom so rare,
The love of my life, a woman beyond compare.
She weaves the fabric of my dreams with care,
Her touch a whisper, her presence a prayer.
Through every shadowed path and sunlit glade,
Her spirit shines, a light that will not fade.
She is the song that in my soul is played,
The love of my life, in her I am remade.
With every breath, her essence I embrace,
A symphony of love, a tender grace.
She is my north star, my sacred space,
A woman that fulfills, a boundless place.
In her eyes, the universe unfolds,
A tapestry of stories yet untold.
Her love, a fire that forever molds,
The essence of my being, pure and bold.
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