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In gentle whispers, love takes flight,
A steady flame through darkest night.
It heals the wounds we cannot see,
A gift of grace, eternally.
Through every tear, it softly flows,
In every heart, compassion grows.
No need for words, no need for pride,
For in this love, all fears subside.
It gives without a thought of gain,
A balm for sorrow, joy through pain.
A selfless act, a hand that stays,
Through storm and calm, through nights and days.
Compassionate love, pure and true,
In every touch, it starts anew.
A bond that time cannot unmake,
The love we give, the love we take.
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Comments (1)
This was so beautifully written. Loved your poem!