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There exists a rare, unspoken devotion—a love so profound that it forgoes its own solace to cradle the peace of another. In the tender hush of night, while the world succumbs to slumber, there lingers a soul who stays awake, not out of longing, but out of boundless care. This poem is an ode to such quiet sacrifice, to the one who holds vigil in the shadows, a sentinel of love against the restless tide of night.

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When the night weaves its velvet shroud,
And the heavens speak in whispers loud,
I shall sit beneath their cosmic streams,
A tireless keeper of your dreams.

While moonlight spills in tender grace,
And sleep adorns your tranquil face,
I shall gather the stars’ gentle glow,
To shield your heart from all you’d know.

Let shadows deepen, let tempests cry,
I’ll cast my wakefulness to the sky,
Barring the path of fear’s cruel art,
To keep its talons from your heart.

Your breath, a hymn that softly flows,
Through which my every purpose grows.
To watch you rest, serene, complete,
Is worth the world beneath my feet.

Though slumber tempts with its sweet reprieve,
I choose to stay, for I believe
That love’s truest form, steadfast and pure,
Endures the night to make yours secure.

And as the dawn ascends the hill,
Its light will touch you, calm and still.
I’ll greet the sun with weary eyes,
Content to know you claimed the skies.

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There is an indescribable beauty in the act of selflessness—the quiet kind that expects no recognition, no return. To guard another’s peace, to remain awake as they dream, is to embody love’s deepest truth: that its joy lies not in what it receives, but in what it gives. Such devotion transcends the limits of the night, leaving behind an indelible mark upon the soul of the beloved.

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