Poet 
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Beneath a sky where constellations bloom,
We chart our course—wild seas, uncharted trails.
Your laughter, compass through the velvet gloom,
Our sails entwined, defiance of the gales.
Through valleys where the dusk ignites your eyes,
Each step a sonnet, rugged paths made sweet.
Mountains bow as storms become our cries—
No summit too fierce where two heartbeats meet.
We’ll etch our names in canyons, deep and vast,
Draw alphabets in sand where tides rewrite.
No treasure rivals moments shadows cast—
Your hand in mine turns endless dark to light.
For time’s a map we’ll fray with reckless feet,
Adventure’s pulse—where dawn and darling meet.