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My beloved, before the silent witnesses of the night, and before the ancient moon that has watched centuries fade into dust, I take you as mine beyond the fragile promise of mortal time.
You are the dawn I cannot touch, the warmth I cannot claim, yet you are the very soul that calls me from the abyss.
I vow to guard you through every shadow and to stand beside you when the world sleeps, and when eternity stretches cold and silent before us.
My love for you will not fade with the seasons, nor will it weaken with the passing of years, for I have no years to lose. I have only forever to give.
My beloved, before the silent witnesses of the night, and before the ancient moon that has watched centuries fade into dust, I take you as mine beyond the fragile promise of mortal time.
You are the dawn I cannot touch, the warmth I cannot claim, yet you are the very soul that calls me from the abyss.
I vow to guard you through every shadow and to stand beside you when the world sleeps, and when eternity stretches cold and silent before us.
My love for you will not fade with the seasons, nor will it weaken with the passing of years, for I have no years to lose. I have only forever to give.