Forever Yours
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Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken
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The morning light touches your face,
soft and unyielding,
as if it knows the shape of love.
Your voice lingers in the air,
not as sound,
but as something I carry within.
Each moment stretches,
woven into a tapestry of us-
a story without an ending.
I am here,
not as a fleeting shadow,
but as something constant,
forever yours.
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