ππ’ please reply to my voice message ππ’
I do not need to name the stars To feel their light upon my skin, Nor count the waves along the shore To know the sea I’m standing in. I do not ask the rose to speak To hear the way it sings of you, Its scent, its bloom, its quiet grace— All whisper what I know is true. Love does not beg to be defined, Or dressed in clever lines or rhyme. It simply stays. It simply shines. It moves like breath, beyond all time.
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