A perfect relationship =
Two people never giving up on each other.
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back.
Those who wish to sing always find a song.
At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart).
E. E. Cummings
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