In the labyrinth of silence, my whispers are your air,
Breathing life within you, like a tender, fervent prayer.
Echoing softly, in the caverns of your lungs,
A symphony of thought, on your lifeline, it's strung.

In the rivers of your essence, my words they flow like blood,
In the veins beneath your skin, they blossom like a bud.
They twine and twirl, in crimson swirls, a vital, pulsing stream,
In the quiet rhythm of your heart, they dance, they gleam.

In the hush of night, they cradle you, a lullaby so sweet,
In the blaze of day, they guide you, a compass so discreet.
Through the rhythm of your breathing, and the beating of your heart,
My words, your life, within you, we are never truly apart.
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