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In the garden of your thoughts, my love,

You tend to blooms of worries, like a dove.

Each petal holds a question, in delicate array,

But let me chase those doubts away.

For in your mind, a universe spins,

A web of thoughts where doubt begins.

But know, my dear, you're not alone,

In your heart, my love has grown.

I'll be your anchor in the storm,

A lighthouse when your thoughts deform.

Together, we'll navigate this sea,

And find the calm in you and me.

So let your overthinking cease,

Embrace the moments, find your peace.

In your complexity, I find my world,

My overthinking love, you're my pearl.