
Love began where whispers met the wind,
A silent vow, no face, no skin.
Through forests old, it softly crept,
In rivers deep, its secrets slept.
A letter lost, a stone engraved,
In every heart, it softly waved.
Mountains watched, the stars aligned,
Love’s story etched in space and time.
In candlelight and ocean’s roar,
It traveled lands and distant shore.
Through storms and sun, it held its sway,
In broken paths, it found its way.
A melody hummed by unseen lips,
It danced through worlds on gentle tips.
No crown, no throne, no sword, no fame,
Yet everywhere it breathed the same.
Through quiet nights and morning’s gleam,
Love lingered on in every dream.
It built its home in stone and sand,
Invisible, yet firm and grand.
Through history’s scroll, it softly weaves,
In autumn winds, in budding leaves.
Though unseen by eyes, it shapes the skies,
A silent truth that never dies.



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