My dearest love, my heart's delight,
You came to me like dawn to night
A gentle spark, a fleeting glance,
The quiet start of fate's romance.
In passing first, our worlds aligned,
A whispered pull I could not blind;
One stolen look, one knowing stare,
And suddenly, you were everywhere.
I never dreamt of vows or rings,
Of promised hearts or destined things.
I did not know what life could be,
Nor who my love would shape in me.
Yet now I stand, with wonder filled
A dream surpassed, a life fulfilled.
For you have shown my truest face,
My strength, my fire, my tender grace.
You held my fears within your hands
And taught my heart to trust love's plans.
Through storm and shadow, loss and light,
You stood beside me, day and night.
You are my calm, my steadfast shore,
The one my restless soul searched for.
My truest friend, my guiding flame,
The sweetest whisper of your name.
I love the laughter in your eyes,
The warmth within your soft replies;
The way you hold me when I weep,
The sacred vows we gently keep.
Your lingering touch, your quiet care,
The silent promise always there.
If ever I had dreamed a king,
A prince within a painted scene,
His face would bear your gentle grace
My Joshua, time cannot erase.
You placed my hopes upon a throne,
Yet urged me still to claim my own.
And so I walk where your dreams lead,
Not bound by duty, but by creed.
For what you seek, I long to see
Your joy, your triumph, your destiny.
At your highest, proud and strong,
At your lowest, when days go wrong,
I stand with you, come loss or gain,
Through every joy, through every pain.
We climbed our mountains, steep and fast,
Through trials meant to test and cast
Our fragile hearts in fire's embrace
Yet love endured and held its place.
For every road we dared to tread
Led us as one, where angels led.
Not torn apart, but bound anew
Each winding path returned to you.
And should the world grow dim with time,
Or silence fall where bells once chimed,
I shall not fear what fate may send,
For you are home, my love, my friend.
So take this vow, both fierce and true:
My past, my present—I give to you.
My every tomorrow, hand in hand,
Wherever our forever stands.
Now, forever, and always,
I am yours.
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