Symphony of You

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1 <3 U  

2gether = ∞  



4ever & always  


U = my 1️⃣  

me + U = 2️⃣💫  

3AM thoughts → U  

4 letters: L♡VE  


7 days = missing U  

24/7 = U on my mind  

100% real, 0% fake  


@heart#beats = U  

$oul ∞ tied  

*Us* > everything  


:) → when U smile 😊  

:( → when U’re gone  

❤️ + 🔐 = forever


In symbols and signs, your love I see,

A language of hearts, pure and free.

From "1 <3 U" to eternity’s call,

Your words echo deep, enchanting all.  


You are my universe, my shining star,

Together infinite, no matter how far.

Through midnight thoughts and daily grind,

Your love’s the melody etched in my mind.  


A simple "U" holds worlds inside,

A vow of forever, none can hide.

In every smile, in every tear,

Your presence is my heart’s sincere.  


So here’s my ode, in symbols and grace,

A love that time can’t erase.

For you, my everything, my guiding light,

Forever yours, in day and night.


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