Whispers of the Heart: Echoes of an Unspoken Bond Beneath the Surface of Innocent Glances

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In the quiet moments of dawn’s gentle breath,
Your eyes, a universe of untold stories,
Speak to me in silent whispers,
A melody only my heart comprehends.

Each glance a fleeting brush of eternity,
As if time suspends in reverence,
To the symphony of our unspoken bond,
Danced upon the stage of possibility.

Your laughter, a soft serenade,
Weaves through the fabric of my dreams,
Painting colors of joy and wonder,
In the canvas of fleeting encounters.

Yet, beneath the surface of innocent glances,
Lies a world of longing and tender hope,
For in the echoes of our silent exchange,
I find a story written in the stars.

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