Day 37: 22 January 2024
50 poems a dayMonday's grasp, a busy tide,
In fleeting moments, our love's guide.
Words may falter, excuses thin,
Actions speak, where hearts begin.
Through the storm of busyness, I'll sail,
To reach a time when love can prevail.
After the rush, in moments anew,
I'll cherish time, spending it with you.
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