EmoKing's Poem 2

 We walked through storms where shadows used to hide,

With nothing but the moonlight as our guide.

The world outside was heavy, cold, and loud,

But we found silence underneath the cloud.


I kept your soul protected in my hands,

Through fading echoes and forgotten lands.

And now we stand where all the chaos ends,

Where every broken piece of sorrow mends.


No need for flashing lights and big display,

Just you and me is how I wanna stay.

This golden ring is more than what it seems,

Fulfillin' all my quietest, hopeful dreams.

A whispered vow we make here in the dark,

Two beating hearts igniting from one spark.

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