SAY YES

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 He:

‎I loved you long before my mouth found courage for your name,

‎Before your laughter turned the ordinary air to flame.

‎You move like midnight teaching stars how they should shine,

‎And every room betrays itself whenever you are inside.

‎Tell me to leave 

‎I swear the wind itself would disobey,

‎For even silence leans toward you when you walk away.

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‎She:

‎Do not mistake my trembling for surrender to your art,

‎I have seen kingdoms built by men with beautiful hearts.

‎Your words are velvet knives; they kiss before they bleed,

‎And women fall like autumn leaves wherever you may breathe.

‎Yet cruel is my resistance, for my guarded soul still knows:

‎A flower can fear the fire… and still turn toward its glow.

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‎He:

‎I carry your name the way oceans carry the moon 

‎Pulled without reason, restless beneath ruin.

‎Your eyes are dangerous scriptures no wise man survives,

‎Yet I return to read them as though ruin were divine.

‎Say you do not love me, still my soul will understand;

‎Even storms deny the earth while reaching for the land.

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‎She:

‎You speak too beautifully for a man I should refuse,

‎Your voice makes doubt sound holy and surrender seem like truth.

‎I have watched women lose themselves beneath your golden grace,

‎Trading caution for the sunlight sleeping on your face.

‎So I stand armed with distance, though my heartbeat has confessed:

‎Some wars are fought with logic… and still end in tenderness.

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