Not a fleeting flame, true love
Nor whispers wrapped by passion's name.
It endures through the trials of time,
A silent song, a steady chime.
It can be found in glowing eyes,
That shows patience whenever the tempests blow.
A hand to hold when shadows creep,
A watchful guard as dreams take sleep.
Its often unwritten words,
The daily bread, well-spread life.
A gentle caress, the warming embrace,
That timeless dance with love's sweet grace.
It asks not much but gives its all;
Strong stands it when others fall.
Unearthly bond, pure and unrefined-
True love, eternal, unconfined.
True love for an instant flame
Is not whispers wrapped up in passion's name.
Steadfast it is in the trials of time
A silent song and steady chime.
Found in softly glowing eyes,
Patience when the tempest blows.
To be held when shadows creep,
A watchful guard as dreams sleep.
It is in words oft left unsaid,
Daily bread, and a life spread well.
A gentle touch, a warm embrace,
The timeless dance sweet grace of love.
Requires not much but gives the whole,
Strong where others fall, rises them all.
A bond sacrosanct, pure, unrefined-
True love, eternal, unbounded.
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