I want to find lovers in the tall trees we pass under. I want to live in your breath and spend days in your kisses. Together, we will fly warm night skies and chase the setting sun.
As I share stories of my heart, we will cruise unchartered galaxies and laugh about France and Earth, and the time we first met.
Again.
We will explore the sun and rain and clouds of far away planets.
You are my dance, and my flight. You are the wings I have waited for.
If love is real, then God is real, and my next ten lives will be lived with you.
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