Upon the dawn, your touch is like the light,
so soft it wakes the roses in my chest.
Your voice, a song that turns the dark to bright,
a melody where weary hearts find rest.
No tempest shakes the ground on
which we stand,
nor time can steal the fire in your gaze.
For love is not a moment, but a hand
that lifts the soul beyond life's fleeting haze.
Through every night, through sorrow's
heavy rain,
your heart remains the harbor of my own.
No distance, nor the weight of loss or pain,
can break the bond that love has carved in stone.
So let the stars burn on in endless flight,
for love, like them, will shine beyond the night.
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