On Thanksgiving Eve, beneath the twilight sky,
Love blossoms like autumn leaves, a gentle sigh.
The kitchen hums with warmth, a savory dance,
As we prepare a feast, a sweet romance.
Candles flicker, casting a soft, golden glow,
Whispers of gratitude in the fire's warm throe.
In your eyes, I find reflections of grace,
A love that time can't erase.
Hand in hand, we stroll through memories,
Thankful for each other, boundless as the seas.
The eve before gratitude takes its seat,
Our hearts beat in unison, a melody sweet.
For the love we share, a harvest divine,
On Thanksgiving Eve, forever thine.
As stars twinkle in the vast above,
I'm grateful for you, my eternal love.
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Serena Smikle
Serena is a versatile writer who weaves magic with every stroke of the keyboard, with an unquenchable passion for storytelling, capturing emotions in poems, distilling wisdom in quotes, and crafting immersive narratives in novels.
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