Love is a quiet whisper in the night,
A spark that flickers softly and then burns so brightly.
It dances on the edge of every dream,
A quiet force, more powerful than it seems.
In every glance, in every tender touch,
It’s felt in moments that don’t ask for much.
A hand to hold when shadows start to creep,
A promise made, a vow that we will keep.
Love is the laughter in the stormy rain,
A balm for hearts that carry all their pain.
It’s found in silence, words we need not say,
A language only hearts can translate every day.
It’s not just in the grand, the loud, the bold—
But in the quiet, where it blooms and unfolds.
A simple truth, as endless as the sky:
Love is not just to live, but to love, and to try.
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