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The love of my life, that springs from my soul,
sincere and tender, without limits or walls,
without fear of fate, blossoms in the wind,
like a sweet path. It transcends expectations.
It is fire that burns, it does not burn the ember,
with each beat, its essence embraces.
No hurry in the dance, no clock that presses,
Our hearts mark the time that sows.
The love of my life is a gift divine,
That softly intertwines, in one destiny.
No heavy ties, no chains to the soul,
only the freedom to embrace the calm.
It's a deep river flowing endlessly,
a gentle melody, an eternal feast.
Every glance, a pact, every gesture, a bond,
where peace dwells, and embrace is felt.