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One day, I’ll find the words
so pure and true,
Unburdened light, like morning’s softest hue.
They’ll not demand, nor seek a quick reply,
But speak of love that never asks us why.
No need for answers, no
return to claim,
Just tender love, unspoken, yet the same.
From cruel heart’s design, I’ve learned to show
I love thee for the parts I do not know.
One day, my voice will fade,
no sound to break,
And only actions will my love awake.
In silent truth, I’ll prove my heart’s pure grace,
And bear the weight of love in every space.
Do not lament when words at
last depart—
For in my deeds, you’ll find my truest heart.
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