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Joy

In summer’s molten tapestry, where time itself stood still,
That golden hour, a single breath, etched on my heart’s soft trill.
The sun, a drowsy ember, kissed the land in farewell’s grace,
As hand in hand we stood, and gazed upon that boundless space.

The air, a fragrant symphony, with blooms of rose and hay,
The gentle breeze, a whispered vow, stole cares of life away.
Our eyes, two stars in twilight’s hush, met in a spark so bright,
My heart, a captive butterfly, soared free in pure delight.

In finery we stood, a vision fair, him in his tailored suit,
And I, a gown that caught the sun, a blossom standing mute.
Yet bare beneath the gilded cage, our souls, entwined and free,
Vulnerability’s sweet embrace, a bond for all to see.

No words, but music in our steps, a waltz through fields of gold,
Each heartbeat’s rhythm intertwined, a story yet untold.
The laughter’s melody, a song the wind would softly carry,
Echoing through vibrant leaves, a joy that none could bury.

And as the sun, a fiery kiss, upon the horizon slept,
A warmth remained, a promise kept, within our hearts adept.

This moment, etched in mem’ry’s flame, a testament, so true,
The love and joy that bloom within, forever fresh and new.