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To be loved is a precious thing,
Like a bird set free from its cage,
To fly high up into the sky,
Unfettered, wild, forever young and spry.

With every beat of your loving heart,
I find my own rhythm, ready to start,
No longer lost in shadows dark and deep,
But basking in your warm embrace, oh so sweet!

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 & 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓵|| PoemWhere stories live. Discover now