In the garden of emotions, where hearts entwine,
Blooms the essence of love, a feeling so divine.
A tapestry of passion, woven with care,
In the symphony of love, two souls declare.
A dance of whispers, soft and sweet,
Love's melody, an enchanting beat.
Eyes that speak in silent prose,
A language only the heart truly knows.
Through valleys of laughter and mountains of tears,
Love conquers all, erases fears.
A gentle touch, a tender kiss,
In the realm of love, there is bliss.
Like petals on a flower, delicate and pure,
Love's fragrance lingers, an allure.
It paints the canvas of life in hues so bright,
Guiding us through the darkest night.
A commitment forged, a promise made,
In the sanctuary of love, foundations laid.
Hand in hand, through life we roam,
The essence of love, our eternal home.
So let love be the compass, guiding our way,
A beacon of hope, come what may.
In the tapestry of time, woven from above,
We find the true essence, the heartbeat of love.
About the Creator
Turning Pages of Life
Life’s like a book — some parts are good, others not so much. Still, keep turning the pages; you might find the best chapter next. If someone hurts you, choose to forgive or just let it be, but never change who you are for them.
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A Busy Memory
There was sunlight skipping off the road, reflecting off of other cars, making it hard for me to know which way I was flying by. If not for focus, there's no telling where I would land. Maybe I wouldn't land at all but instead continue sailing into the sun, into the light that burns holes where my eyes used to be. I wonder how it would feel to burn up while on the way to something with mundane importance. One moment you could be full of purpose and then in the next, you are nothing more than a busy memory.
By Andi Leigh7 days ago in Poets
Doing it for the troops
The others dropped like flies around me. We fought and struggled to get to this point. I'm the only one left now. The objective is right there. A mere two hundred feet away. The last of my team got a bullet to the head right next to me, but I couldn't do anything. I was able to locate and neutralise the sniper as he shot my friend, so his death was at least not in vain.
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