In love's slow bloom, time weaves its thread, Patience blooms where hurried feet dread. Moments linger, hearts softly bend, Through storms and calm, the bond won't end. Like rivers carving stone so true, We wait, we trust, me next to you— In every pause, our story grows, A tender knot no rush opposes.
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Author:
ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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