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In the garden where stars meet the sea,
There blooms a thought of you in me.
Soft as dawn and bright as moon,
You are my song, my endless tune.
Not bound by chains of fleeting desire,
But warmed by a steadfast, gentle fire.
A friendship pure, a bond so rare,
Built on trust and tender care.
Your laughter dances like morning light,
Chasing shadows, making things right.
Your words, like whispers of the breeze,
Bring my restless heart such ease.
If love is a river, then friendship’s the shore,
Holding its hand, wanting no more.
Yet here I stand, caught in the stream,
Dreaming of you, though it feels a dream.
So know this truth, so simple, so deep,
In my soul, your presence I keep.
For whether as friend or as love you remain,
To me, you are sunshine after the rain.