In quiet glades where soft winds roam,
Two hearts have found a wordless home.
No need for oaths in spoken sound—
Their silent vows are deeper bound.
A glance, a touch, a breath held tight,
More true than words beneath the light.
In stillness shared, they both allow
Love’s loudest truth: a silent vow.
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