In the whispers of the wind, love softly sighs,
A symphony of hearts beneath the skies.
It blooms in hues of passion's gentle art,
A dance of souls that never shall depart.
Love, a tapestry woven in tender grace,
Embracing flaws, a sacred, boundless space.
It thrives in moments shared, both big and small,
An eternal flame that never will fall.
In eyes that speak of worlds yet to explore,
Love finds its refuge, its forever shore.
It paints the dawn with promises anew,
A melody of trust, pure and true.
Through laughter's echo and in tears that flow,
Love stands resilient, a steady glow.
It weaves its magic in the darkest night,
A beacon of hope, a guiding light.
Oh, love, a masterpiece in life's grand scheme,
A treasure trove beyond what words can deem.
It beats in rhythms of two hearts entwined,
A symphony of love, endlessly refined.
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