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In a world where time is fleeting and love, though eternal in its essence, is bound by the impermanence of life, there comes a moment when we must make promises not only for the present, but for the uncertain future. This is a reflection of that tender vow, a reminder to cherish what we have, yet release it with grace when the time comes.

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If I should fade into the breeze,
Before your lips can speak goodbye,
Promise, love, beneath the trees,
You’ll seek new warmth under the sky.

For life, my dear, is but a flame,
Its glow as warm as autumn air.
We feel its heat, we speak its name,
Yet never know how long it’s there.

Hold the sunsets painted gold,
Feel the soft breeze upon your face.
The starlit nights, the quiet cold,
Let them guide you to love’s grace.

When I’m but whispers through the leaves,
Or shadows cast by fleeting light,
Seek solace in the hands that weave
New love to cradle you at night.

For though I’ll linger in the rain,
In every drop that kissed your skin,
Don’t let your heart drown in its pain,
Let love, like rivers, flow again.

Our days, though brief, burned bright as day,
But life, my love, must journey on.
And though I gave my heart away,
Another’s warmth will greet the dawn.

So promise me, when I am dust,
To cherish us, but set your soul free.
For love, like stars, in hearts must trust,
To glow anew in eternity.

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As love transcends the limits of time, it leaves us with memories to cradle and lessons to carry forward. Though the heart may ache for what once was, it is in learning to love again that we honor the love that shaped us, proving that even in absence, love continues to grow.

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