This story of the earth
is as old as our story,
as old as the dawn
of the first day and night.
This story of the sky
is woven in the words we casually whisper,
you and I,
and yet they remain incomplete, till the end of sight.
This earth and all the scenes it holds
bear witness to the moment
when you first grasped my hand
as we saw the unraveling of the world that we started together.
Your honeydew eyes
became my focal point,
for the first encounter
between us.
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