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we have never loved until

with one we’ve shared our laughter’s song,

and wept upon our lover’s neck,

filled our cup with heaven’s wine,

and labored silently as one

to see brought out the other’s best;

that when our light on earth grows dim,

like setting sun our time has come,

with arms entwined one final time

we can say with fleeting breath,

“our treasure lies not in frail hands,

but beats forever in our breast.”