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In the tranquil murmurs of the evening,
Where shadows dance in the moon's delicate light,
I track down comfort in your delicate hug,
A safe-haven of adoration, a holy space.
Your chuckling, a song, sweet and clear,
Reverberations of happiness that I hold dear.
In your eyes, I see a universe unfurl,
An account of adoration, immortal and striking.
With each breath, our spirits weave,
In a dance of adoration, heavenly and fine.
In your touch, I view as my home,
A safe house of affection, where I won't ever meander.
An adoration sonnet, basic and valid,
An impression of my heart, going after you.
For in your adoration, I'm finished,
An excursion of adoration, unendingly sweet.
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