Turning,
Seeing your face in every photo I paint.
It is more than the gentleness of your touch that I cannot, forget.
Yearning,
Sending you thousands of whisper.
It is more than these words of “I love you” that I myself mutter.
Engraved,
are these unforgettable memories of you.
Here I stand,
In front of our love story.
In front of our love story.
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