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Maryann I Feb 23
Your eyes hold galaxies untold,
A story written soft in gold.
Your laughter spins like whispered spells,
A melody where wonder dwells.

Your touch ignites a world anew,
A spark that burns in deepest blue.
No logic here, no earthly rule—
Just magic made when I found you.

And in your arms, the world unwinds,
A dream made real, a fate designed.
No greater trick, no grander art,
Than love that lifts and binds the heart.
7. A Love That Feels Like Magic
Maryann I Feb 23
I climbed the hills, I chased the sky,
With weary feet, yet head held high.
Each step a wish, each breath a fight,
Till dreams stood tall in morning light.

No longer whispers, no longer far,
They shine like diamonds where they are.
What once felt lost, just out of view,
Now glows in gold, so bright, so true.

The road was steep, the nights were long,
Yet here I stand, my heart a song.
The sky unfurls, the world is wide,
And all I dreamed now walks beside.
6. Dreams Coming True
Maryann I Feb 23
Through every storm, through every fall,
You’ve been the voice that heard it all.
The late-night talks, the reckless schemes,
The keeper of my wildest dreams.

No need for words, no need for proof,
You are my anchor, firm and smooth.
For friendship lives where hearts align,
A light that never fades with time.

Through years that change and paths unknown,
Through laughter loud and seeds we’ve sown,
Hand in hand, we’ll always be,
A bond unshaken, wild and free.
5. Unbreakable Friendship
Maryann I Feb 23
A child’s laugh, a dandelion’s flight,
The first soft touch of morning light.
A hummingbird’s wings, a sigh in the breeze,
The rustling hush of autumn trees.

The way your fingers brush through mine,
The sweetness held in borrowed time.
Happiness hums in the simplest things,
In teacup warmth and sparrow wings.

The world may rush, the clock may race,
But joy is found in time’s embrace.
A fleeting glance, a quiet tune,
The silver glow beneath the moon.
4. The Beauty of Small Moments
Maryann I Feb 23
A quiet room, a candle’s glow,
The gentle hush of falling snow.
No grand affair, no fleeting prize,
Just simple joy in softened sighs.

The hum of life, the steady beat,
The whispered winds, the dancing feet.
No rush, no chase, just gentle grace,
A heart at peace in time’s embrace.

A book half-read, a sky so wide,
A love that lingers side by side.
Enough is found in what is near,
In silent joy and quiet cheer.
3. Pure Bliss and Contentment
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