Heartbeats quicken at the thought of you
Heralding a love that's pure and true
Harboring feelings that run deep
Hypnotic allure, that makes me weak
Hope springs eternal in our hearts
Heralded by Cupid's piercing darts
Hazy dreams now crystal clear
Healing every doubt, banishing fear
Heralding the dawn of a new day
Hearts aflame, nothing left to say
Harmony and peace, with every touch
Hugs and kisses that mean so much
Heavenly bliss, when we're together
Happiness that lasts forever
Heart and soul, intertwined
Hearkening to a love that's divine
Hallowed memories, etched in time
Harvesting love, that's truly prime
Haloed by a love that's rare
Heartfelt emotions, that we both share
Hungering for each other's embrace
Hallowed love, no one can replace
Hatching plans, for a future bright
Heralding a love that's a shining light.
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