In quiet moments, hearts align,
A love that's pure, a love divine.
Beyond the flesh, beyond the form,
A sacred bond, both safe and warm.
It whispers soft in morning light,
And shields the soul through darkest night.
No need for words, no need for show,
For in this love, the spirit flows.
It lifts the heart, it stills the mind,
In sacred spaces, love we find.
A timeless thread, a holy vow,
It lives within the here and now.
Unshaken by the world's embrace,
It blooms in every sacred space.
A gift from realms we cannot see,
Sacred love, eternally free.
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