“A man that would do anything and will always be there for his soulmate.”

In the hush of midnight’s gentle light,  
He stands, unwavering and bright;  
A single vow within his soul—  
To be her shelter, make her whole.

Storms may gather, tempests howl,  
He’ll build her warmth from wind and trowel.  
If shadows creep, he’ll find the dawn  
And chase the sable worries gone.

Should distance stretch from shore to shore,  
He’ll cross the tides, he’ll row once more;  
No mountain cold, no desert dry  
Can slow the heartbeat in his sky.

He listens close to silent fears,  
And, softly, gathers up the tears.  
When laughter dances through the halls,  
He’s there beside her, through it all.

The years spin past on golden thread—  
He holds her hand through paths they’ve tread.  
A steadfast oak, her calm, her storm,  
He’d battle worlds to keep her warm.

And so, they move through dusk and dawn—  
Two souls entwined, their worries gone;  
He is the promise long declared:  
Forever faithful, always there.

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