True love whispers where words cannot,
A timeless bond, unbroken, unbought.
It blooms in hearts, steady and true,
A quiet fire in all we do.
Not in diamonds, nor in gold,
But in the warmth of a hand to hold.
In fleeting glances, soft and rare,
True love lingers, always there.
It bends with storms, yet never breaks,
A compass steady, the path it makes.
Through darkest nights, it shines so bright,
A gentle beacon, guiding light.
No chains can bind, no force restrain,
True love dances through joy and pain.
It lives in the eyes that softly meet,
A sacred rhythm, a heartbeat’s beat.
So treasure it, this precious art,
True love's canvas—the human heart.
Forever woven, tender and pure,
In its embrace, we find our cure.
About the Creator
Jessica Williams
As a dedicated crime fiction writer, I bring both passion and experience to this topic. My work focuses on weaving intricate tales that captivate and surprise readers.
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