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changeless

You are a standing miracle to me;

Like a perfect snowflake
that does not melt,

Like a favorite dessert
that is never consumed,

Like a wondrous adventure
that will not end.

It would be easier for me
to block the thunderous force
of Niagara Falls,
than to resist
the simple faith of this love.

No matter what becomes of us,
you remain perfect, to me.

 
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