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In those moments
where your spontaneity touches mine,
I huddle into the heart
of your eyes

To the mornings we will spend
forcing ourselves to work,
I promise to be mindful.

To the flights we look forward to,
I will be patient.

To the nights we'll complete,
making the sweetest love,
I promise to be slow and selfless.

To the adventures we will experience
during our vacations,
I promise to cherish every second.

In those moments
where I taste the blissful
randomness of being in love,

I bloom.

-unknown

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