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In the garden of hearts, a tender bloom,
I cradle you in love's own grace, dispelling gloom.
Each word a petal, each touch a Rhythm,
In your eyes, a creation, guiding me.
Through stormy sea's and starry skies,
I'll hold your hand, where truth lies.
In laughter's dance, in shared tears,
I'll be your shelter, through the years.
With every heartbeat, a symphony's call,
In every moment, I'll stand tall.
For in your smile, in your tender gaze,
I find my purpose, in endless days.
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