Love, oh love, the sweetest of things, That fills our hearts and makes them sing. It's the magic that binds us all, And gives us strength to stand tall.
Love is the flame that lights the way, Through life's twists and turns every day. It's the beacon that guides us home, And the comfort we know we're not alone.
Love is the warmth that we all seek, In every moment, every week. It's the touch that ignites our souls, And the passion that makes us whole.
Love is the laughter that fills the air, The moments we'll cherish beyond compare. It's the memories we hold so dear, That bring us comfort and soothe our fear.
Love is the bond that ties us tight, Through every storm and darkest night. Tt's the force that helps us to cope, And gives us the strength to never lose hope.
So cherish love, embrace its might, And hold it close with all your might. For it's the essence of life's great quest, To find and share and give our best
-Samai
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Fabulous work! Keep it up