In the gentle twilight,
Love's delicate lines bloom tenderly.
Two hearts gradually draw closer,
Such a wonderful encounter.
I see your smile in my eyes,
It is the destination of my soul.
Our love is so pure,
Like the blossoming flowers of spring.
Each embrace tells a story,
Each kiss is a poem.
Our hearts are leaping,
Creating a beautiful melody together.
You are the eternal star of my life,
I am the guardian angel in your heart.
In the vastness of the universe,
We are one, never to be separated.
Let's hold hands together,
Through the tunnel of time and space.
Until forever, we accompany each other,
Using the power of love to dispel all pain.
This is the melody of our love,
Deeply rooted in our souls.
Whenever, wherever, I promise,
My love will be with you, never withering.
May our love shine like stars,
Illuminating hope in the darkness.
No matter how many difficulties and challenges we encounter,
Our love will remain eternal, unwavering.
Love is eternal, ubiquitous,
It creates miracles, dispels all pain.
Let us believe, let us embrace,
The magic of love, never fading.
This is my tribute to love,
A sweet tapestry woven with words.
May we forever love each other, never abandon,
Sailing together in this vast world.
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