Silent weavers spin the threads of love,
Delicate strands that stretch, entwine, and move.
Unseen yet felt beneath the skin’s embrace,
Binding souls across both time and space.
A tapestry of whispers, light, and grace,
Woven tightly in a sacred place.
Through storms of doubt and days of fleeting pain,
These threads endure, a soft but strong refrain.
In every heartbeat, every breath we take,
The threads of love refuse to bend or break.
A timeless loom where hope and trust reside,
Inwoven fates that never must divide.
So hold these threads, for they define our story—
A silent song of loss, of hope, and glory.
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