“There are not six or seven wonders in the world, there is only one — and that is love.”

They said the world was full of wonders.

Mountains that kiss the clouds.

Oceans that never sleep.

Cities built from dreams and dust.

I believed them once.

Until I met you.

You smiled—

and the pyramids grew silent.

The Great Wall forgot its length.

Every stone of history bowed to something softer.

Love.

Not the kind poets decorate.

But the kind that breathes.

That wakes you at 3 a.m.

That listens when words fail.

The kind that stays.

I saw the Taj Mahal in your eyes.

The Northern Lights in your laughter.

Every secret galaxy hid in your touch.

People chase marvels.

They fly, they climb, they dive.

But I found mine in a heartbeat.

In an ordinary moment that felt eternal.

Love doesn’t ask for attention.

It builds its empire quietly.

Between two souls.

Between two breaths.

And suddenly,

the world becomes smaller.

Gentler.

Brighter.

No stone, no tower, no legend

can stand taller than a single act of love.

Because when you hold someone

and they see you—truly see you—

the world’s wonders fade.

And one remains.

Love.

Always love.

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