I see your heart, the weight you bear,
The silent battles fought with care.
In every tear, I find my place,
To hold you close, a warm embrace.
No need for words, no need to hide,
I’m here to walk right by your side.
In gentle strength, I share your pain,
Through every loss, through every gain.
A love that softens every scar,
That knows just who you truly are.
In quiet moments, hand in hand,
Together strong, we choose to stand.
For in your joy, my heart beats true,
And in your sorrow, I feel it too.
A love that lifts, a love that heals,
The bond of sympathy reveals.
So lean on me, and I’ll be there,
To share the weight, to always care.
For sympathetic love, so pure,
Is bound to last, is bound to endure.
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