Our love is like a voice note, raw and unedited,
Full of rambling thoughts, yet somehow poetic.
With background noise of life in the mix,
Dogs barking, doors creaking, chaotic clicks.
_ _ _
A minute too long? Maybe two or three,
Yet you listen, still enchanted by me.
Through awkward pauses and stuttered speech,
My love finds a way, though words may breach.
_ _ _
Sometimes I whisper, sometimes I shout,
Or forget what I’m saying—what was this about?
Yet you replay my nonsense, again and again,
Like your favorite song—unpolished, yet zen.
_ _ _
So here’s to us, messy and true,
A love note recorded just for you.
No filters, no edits, just heart on display,
Hit play, my love—forever, we’ll stay. 🎶💕
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