I have loved you more than anything,
and the evidence stands,
sealed… undeniable… permanent...
This is devotion—
steady, consuming,
above every other priority...
Storms may come,
seasons may change,
but what I feel does not move...
For some loves fade with time—
but mine was built
to remain... Solid. True. Forever...
Carl Nicolas.
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