Without Her, Life Fades

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 In the quiet cadence of my soul’s refrain,

A yearning stirs—an ache, a sweet, soft pain.

To be with her, the echo of a dream,

A tether to infinity’s slow-winding stream.


Without your light, the world is muted gray,

A hollow stage for a fleeting, loveless play.

Life’s vibrant shades grow cold and dim,

A lonely song upon a broken hymn.


I crave the brush of her tender, sacred hand,

A vital pulse in shifting, empty sand.

To feel her breath, her heartbeat close and near,

A truth that melts and banishes all fear.


For love is not a momentary spark,

But boundless rivers flowing in the dark.

A universe reflected in her gaze,

A timeless dance through all our living days.


In her presence, I find my truest grace,

A boundless sky, a home, an ageless place.

Nothing else matters, only this profound bliss—

A love profound, an infinite, gentle kiss.


So let me anchor in her brilliant light,

Through every fragile day and silent night.

For without her, this fragile, living art—

Would cease to bloom and crumble in my heart.

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