In the garden of hearts, where emotions bloom,
Love dances like petals, chasing away gloom.
A symphony of whispers, a soft serenade,
In the depths of souls, a connection is laid.
Love, a gentle current, an ocean so deep,
Where secrets are shared and dreams take a leap.
In the echo of laughter, in tears that are shed,
Love weaves its story in threads finely spread.
Through the seasons of passion, in the warmth of the sun,
Love’s journey unfolds—an eternal run.
A dance of two spirits, entwined in a trance,
A timeless waltz, a sweet, tender romance
In the quiet of moments, in the loudness of silence,
Love is a language devoid of pretense.
A canvas of emotions, painted in hues,
A masterpiece crafted by the hands of two
Love, the poet’s ink, the artist’s delight,
A beacon in darkness, a comforting light.
In the chronicles of life, a thread so divine,
Love is the verse in a poem that’s mine.
