George, your name is calm and strong,
like rivers that have flowed so long.
A gentle strength, a steady flame,
my heart is brighter when I say your name.
Your touch can turn the cold to warm,
your smile, a shelter from the storm.
In every glance, I see a home,
no need to wander, no need to roam.
The world feels softer by your side,
with you, my soul won't need to hide.
For love is simple, deep, and true,
because, dear George, it lives in you.
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