
In silent awe, I watch you glow,
A moonlit flame in evening’s flow.
Your laugh—a song the stars replay,
A warmth that melts the cold away.
Each glance you cast, a sacred rite,
That turns my shadow into light.
No grander shrine, no deeper lore,
Than loving you—forevermore.
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