And I remember

the way your eyes caught the sun,
how every whispered word was spun
in threads of gold, a dream begun.

i remember the nights we shared,
a quiet world where hearts laid bare,
in every breath, I found you there.
and I remember, even now,
the vows we made, our whispered vow—
to love, to hold, no matter how.
 

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