SOARING ON A LOVER'S WHIRLWIND

Oh, those sweet thoughts of you, they come again,  
Invading my mind like a gentle, whirling wind.  
They carry me to places where memories bloom,  
To where I meet the light to dispel my gloom.  
In the ebb and flow of life’s relentless tide,  
You’ve been my anchor and a constant supportive guide.  
Thanks for agreeing that love isn’t measured in time,  
But in moments that make the ordinary sublime.  
When I asked if distance could weaken our bond,  
You laughed and said, “No, our hearts are beyond space," you said.”  
When I worried if you’d ever need more,  
You assured me, “I’m strong, but you’re my core.”  
Your words are a balm, your love a steady flame,  
A beacon of hope helping a lost lover in life’s game.  
You’ve shown that even in the darkest nights,  
You can make available your love lamp to lead me to light.  
You are my inspiration, the wings that let me soar,  
The strength that pushes me to dream and explore.  
Through troubling times, you’ve been my steady wheel,  
Carrying me forward, helping me heal.  
So here I stand, grateful, my heart full and true,  
For every moment, every memory of you.  
You are my muse, my joy, my endless grace,  
And with you, I’ve found my eternal place.  
Thank you, my love, for all that you are,  
My shining star, my compass, my North Star.  
With you, I am boundless, with you, I am free,  
Forever grateful, forever you and me.

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