I walked the shops until my feet were tired,
looking for a way to say I love you.
But how do I bring a candle to a room full of sun?
How do I give a single minute to someone who owns time?
I thought of a song, but you are the music.
I thought of a poem, but you are the story.
So I came to you with nothing in my hands.
I have only my breath, and my heart,
and this one quiet promise
Wherever you go, I am already there.
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