Poem 1

Beneath the stars, with nothing said,

They speak through eyes, not voice or thread.

No choir sings, no echoes loud—

Just hearts that beat beneath a cloud.

No need for ink, nor sacred rite,

Their promise lives in quiet night.

A whispered hush, a steady brow—

Eternal love, their silent vow.

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