Love, a whisper in the night,
Soft as dawn’s first golden light,
A tender glance, a gentle touch,
In silence speaks, revealing much.
It blooms within a heart’s embrace,
A timeless dance, a sacred space,
In every smile, in every tear,
Love’s eternal presence here.
It weaves its threads through joy and pain,
A binding force in sun and rain,
In the depths of eyes that meet,
Love’s pure melody, bittersweet.
Unseen, yet felt in every breath,
A comfort strong in life and death,
It’s in the laughter, in the sigh,
The whispered promise, the lullaby.
Love is found in moments small,
In every rise, in every fall,
A quiet strength, a gentle hand,
A beacon when we cannot stand.
In the tapestry of days,
Love’s enduring light displays,
A bond that time cannot sever,
Enduring always, and forever.
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Megha Pavanagd
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Love is beautiful
So lovely