“Bry and I will build a perfect love”

Beneath the silver hush of moonlit skies,  
We draft our dreams in quiet, fearless lines—  
Bry and I, two kindred hearts grown wise,  
With hopeful blueprints drawn through open signs.

We lay our foundation deep and true,  
With bricks of laughter, beams of whispered plans,  
Mortar made from trust that ever grew,  
And windowpanes that frame our joined-up hands.

No storm shall warp the rafters of our care;  
We patch each leak with gentle words and grace.  
Each timber carved from promises we share,  
The sunlight finds us safe in our embrace.

We'll plant a garden wild beyond the door,  
Of memories, of midnight songs, and peace;  
The roots run deep—each season, more and more—  
Within our walls, devotion’s bloom won’t cease.

No palace needed, towers tall or high,  
Just Bry and I, and every touch we give;  
A simple shelter swelling to the sky,  
For in this perfect love, we choose to live.

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