You are my treasure.
The soul I long to cradle nearby.
Forever nestled close to my heart.  
You awakened a part of me that had slept.
Beneath the surface for far too long.  
With you beside me, I am alive—  
No longer drifting but moving with purpose.  
You showed me why I wandered.
Why the emptiness lingered?  
Now I walk beside your presence,  
Carrying you gently in the soft pages of my heart.  
I am no longer lost, but I have fallen into you.
A late arrival of love, the late bloomers.
Now I have a love that anchors me.
A purpose that completes me.

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