An Everlasting Volume

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Our love, an ancient, bounden book,

Whose pages hold each tender look,

The more I read, the more I yearn,

Each leaf reveals what hearts discern.

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With passing years, it gathers grace,

Time lends a depth none can erase,

A tale that deepens, soft yet true,

Inscribed in shades of me and you.

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Not words unspoken linger most,

But one fond glance I cherish close,

More potent far than lines conveyed,

In silent script, its truth was laid.

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What need have we for spoken art,

When hush reveals the hidden heart?

Within the quiet, still and wide,

Our truest confessions yet abide.

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Though rainbows fade from weeping skies,

Their fleeting hues from mortal eyes,

The tints you cast within my soul,

Remain unbroken, ever whole.

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You painted depths no time can fade,

In living light your colors stayed,

A masterpiece that shall remain,

Untouched by loss, unmarred by pain.

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Though distance parts your form from me,

In thought, you dwell incessantly,

A presence constant, soft, and near,

A whispered solace ever clear.

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Your smile, the dawn that crowns my day,

Dispels the encroaching shades of gray,

Without its light, the hours seem bare,

Devoid of warmth, devoid of care.

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The moments shared, no time can claim,

Nor dim their softly glowing flame,

They rest within a sacred space,

Beyond the reach of time’s erase.

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And in the silence you bestow,

Your heart speaks truths I’ve come to know,

On voiceless days, I understand-

Love needs no word, nor guiding hand.

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