Your love is a sunrise over a broken horizon,
casting warmth on the cold fragments of my being,
teaching me that even in darkness,
the promise of light is never too far away.

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Your love is a relentless tide,
washing away the debris of my past,
filling the cracks in my soul with gentle waves,
showing me that even the shattered can be whole again.

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Your love is a wildfire, consuming all my fears,
its flames licking at the walls I built,
leaving behind only ashes and the soft glow of renewal,
reminding me that from destruction, beauty can arise.

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I am a constellation of broken promises,
Seeking to fade before I cast my shadow on your dreams,
My love—a bittersweet poison of vulnerability,
Wishing to protect you from the fragments of my being,
Where pain and tenderness dance their eternal waltz.

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Your love is a delicate flame I fear to extinguish,
   My presence a wind that threatens to consume,
   I would dissolve into silence to spare you suffering,
   Knowing my heart beats only to shield your soul,
   Yet bound by the very love that wounds us both.

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In the cradle of her whispered plea,
they danced between the what-could-be.
Her touch, a spark, his lips, the fire,
building realms of unsaid desire.

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In the pause between their sighs,
time stands still in her soft eyes.
Her hands roam slow, deliberate, sure,
unlocking desires tender and pure.

With every shift, with every breath,
they conquer time, they cheat death.
In that shared, unhurried grace,
they lose the world, just for a taste.

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When intellect and idealism share one soul, it’s a dance between reality and dreams.

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A heart filled with romance, guided by a wise mind, walks the edge of joy and sorrow.

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Underneath the velvet night,
her eyes hold him, soft and bright.
In the quiet, their secrets unfold,
stories of warmth, never cold.


Her hands, slow, paint his desire,
igniting them both in a smoldering fire.
Each movement slow, yet deeply intense,
a dance of passion, rich and immense.

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