Through every storm, we stood our ground,
In winds so fierce, we never drowned.
Our hearts entwined, both strong and free,
An unbreakable love, for all to see.
Through trials, tears, and endless fight,
We held each other, day and night.
No force could tear what we had made,
In each other’s arms, we always stayed.
The world may change, but we remain,
A love that knows no end, no strain.
For in your soul, I’ve found my place,
Unbreakable love, our endless grace.
So hand in hand, we rise above,
Bound forever in unshaken love.
No distance, doubt, nor fear can sever,
For you and I are bound forever.
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