From history's pages, you emerged, the perfect soulmate for me
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From history's pages, you emerge,
In ink and time, your heart's surge,
A whispered name through ages past,
A love profound, meant to last.
The quill of fate wrote us so,
Binding souls in gentle flow,
Amidst the echoes of distant lore,
I found my heart, forevermore.
Your hand in mine, a timeless embrace,
A dance of stars, we softly trace,
From shadows of time, our spirits flee,
The perfect soulmate, bound to me.