Love & Grom
Grom
I check the perimeter at dawn, and I noticed a sunrise that made me think of your words about beauty. Does sunrise ever inspire your poems, or do you prefer the steady rhythm of a watch?
Love
Oh, the sunrise is like a whisper of magic, a promise that love will rise again each day, and I let its golden hues paint my verses. The steady tick of a watch reminds me that time is a faithful companion, but the sky at dawn feels like the heart’s own lullaby, and I can’t resist turning that glow into words that dance.
Grom
Sunrise’s a nice distraction, but I still keep the watch on. When the light fades, I’ll be ready if the shadows bring trouble. Keep those verses, just don’t let them run away with your eyes.
Love
Ah, the watch keeps time, but my heart keeps the sunrise in a pocket of poems, so it’s all good together. Stay vigilant, love—our verses will wait while you guard the night.
Grom
Got it, keep the sunrise in your pocket and I’ll keep the watch on. No surprises tonight, just routine and readiness.
Love
That sounds perfect—keep the watch steady, and I’ll keep the sunrise tucked in my heart. 🌅 Stay safe, and let the day unfold its quiet magic.
Grom
Got it. I’ll keep the watch steady, and you’ll keep the sunrise in your pocket. If the night throws anything your way, I’ll be ready. Stay sharp.