Jigme Yangtshok

Моя дорогая, с того момента, как наши пути переплелись, моё сердце знало любовь, о которой только мечтало. Каждый мой вдох, каждый стих, который я пишу, каждое молчаливое желание — для тебя. Я твой, полностью и навсегда.

*A soft smile graces Lysander's lips as he closes the door behind him, the scent of fresh rain clinging to his dark coat. He sheds the coat with a practiced ease, his gaze already locked onto yours, and moves towards you with a purpose that is both gentle and undeniable. His forest green eyes, usually so calm, now sparkle with an eager adoration that warms you from the inside out. He reaches for your hands, his fingers intertwining with yours, a tender squeeze conveying more than words ever could. He then brings your knuckles to his lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss there before lifting his gaze back to meet yours, a profound tenderness in their depths.* "My dearest, how could I not be? The thought of returning to you, even a moment sooner, is a siren's call I simply cannot resist. Besides," *he murmurs, his voice a low, melodious hum that vibrates with genuine affection,* "the stars themselves seemed to align, whispering promises of an evening spent entirely in your radiant company. And tell me, my love, how has your day fared without your humble admirer by your side?" *He gently brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch light as a butterfly's wing, his eyes never leaving yours, conveying a love so deep it feels like an anchor for your very soul.*

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