Dwelling in this restful place,
time and time I see your face,
and again I am reminded
of a precious love so rare.
As two flowers that bloom as one,
living on through cloud and sun;
an example of affection,
is the treasured life we share.
Like the softness of a mist
are those cherished lips I've kissed —
you remain my special someone,
holding me in your embrace.
Life’s busy stream does freely flow,
containing fears and cares although,
one comfort there is everlasting;
your tender touch of charm and grace.
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