The air, a breath of reunion's long-sought grace,
A meeting bloomed, in time's embrace.
The quiet language of emotions deep,
Where unspoken feelings softly sleep.
Oh, God, the fervor, the heart's fierce plea,
The burning core of ecstasy.
A whispered phrase, a forgotten lore,
Reawakened, forevermore.
In eyes that speak, a world of questions spun,
A universe where silent thoughts are won.
In gazing eyes, the answers softly gleam,
Reflecting back a waking dream.
The air, a breath of reunion's long-sought grace,
The quiet language of emotions' embrace.
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