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I weave a tale of love that's ours.
Oh Jordan, beacon in the night,
In your presence, all feels right.
In whispered winds and gentle sighs,
Your essence, a sweet lullaby.
With every beat, my heart's refrain,
Echoes the melody of your name.
Your eyes, like pools of endless depth,
Reflecting skies where dreams are kept.
In your gaze, I find my truth,
A sanctuary, eternal youth.
Your laughter, a symphony of delight,
Guiding me through darkest night.
In your embrace, I find my home,
Where all my fears are swiftly shone.
In fields where wildflowers bloom,
I etch our love, dispelling gloom.
For Jordan, dear, you are my light,
Guiding me through darkest night.
In every moment, every breath,
I cherish you, my love, till death.
For in your arms, I find my peace,
In your love, my soul's release.
Jordan treads with gentle hands.
Explorer of the silent, veiled past,
Seeking secrets that forever last.
Through canopies where sunlight dares to peep,
Over stones where ancient whispers sleep,
He walks where history’s roots entwine,
In search of truths lost to time.
With a heart that beats for yesterdays,
He maps forgotten cities, trodden ways.
Each artifact, a verse in stone,
A story of the unknown, alone.
Jordan, whose dreams with stars converse,
Finds solace in the universe.
In every relic, every shard,
He reads the earth's old, sacred bard.
So let the jungle’s choir sing,
As he uncovers time's offering.
For in the quest to fill his chart,
Jordan discovers his own heart.