Handprint of Time

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Hand in hand, in my memory's keep,
Your presence in every moment, deep and sweet.
My heart's silent whispers, a secret it conceals,
Near you, it falters, a truth it never reveals.

With your hand in mine, worries would flee,
Lost in your eyes, a world meant just for me.
A stolen glance that lingers, a day's brief replay,
Your hair's soft caress, like dreams that sway.

In the story of us, your chapter brightly gleams,
Unspoken emotions, the reality of my dreams.
As time marches on, your memory never wanes,
A silent love grows, as the heart subtly explains.

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