Love Baubles

Not diamonds, nor rubies that firelight ignites,

Nor sapphires that mimic the summer sky's hue,

The baubles of love hold far deeper delights,

Treasures that whisper, unseen, yet so true.

The first crumpled note, a confession disguised,

In childish scrawl, love's blossoming unfurled.

A pebble hand-picked, its surface smooth and prized,

A token of friendship, a love yet to be world.

A shared secret laugh, a stolen glance exchanged,

A memory held close, a warmth that remains.

A seashell whispering tales of oceans unranged,

A promise unspoken, etched in the ocean's domains.

A pressed wildflower, vibrant hues now subdued,

Yet holding the fragrance of a stolen kiss.

A faded photograph, edges tinged and accrued,

Love's youthful reflection, a moment we miss.

A worn, leather-bound book, with pages dog-eared,

Passages underlined, where hearts intertwined met.

A shared love of stories, emotions unreared,

A bond that transcends words, a love never to forget.

A mismatched pair of socks, one lost, the other lone,

A reminder of mornings, a hurried farewell.

Though seemingly trivial, it speaks of a home,

Of love's gentle comfort, a story to tell.

A ticket stub, faded, its purpose well served,

A concert, a play, a memory enshrined.

Laughter and music, emotions observed,

Two hearts beating as one, a love entwined.

A chipped teacup, a mug with a smile,

The warmth of a shared breakfast, a ritual of days.

Simple routines, a love that beguiles,

In the mundane moments, love finds its own ways.

A child's drawing, a masterpiece unmatched,

Stick figures and crayons, love's purest display.

Innocence captured, a bond tightly latched,

The baubles of love, in their own way, they say.

A hand-knitted scarf, imperfections abound,

A silent expression, a love that takes care.

The warmth of protection, in every loop found,

A reminder of tenderness, love's weight we can bear.

A worn wedding band, a circle complete,

A symbol of vows, a promise held tight.

Through laughter and tears, the journey runs sweet,

A bauble of commitment, a love burning bright.

A silver locket, a picture tucked deep,

A loved one departed, a memory held dear.

Love's echoes still linger, a promise to keep,

A bittersweet bauble, a love ever near.

These treasures, unseen, hold stories untold,

Of journeys embarked, and dreams to attain.

Love's baubles are precious, more valuable than gold,

A tapestry woven, a love that will remain.

So gather your baubles, the trinkets and bits,

Each whispering tales of love's tender embrace.

For in these small treasures, a lifetime it knits,

A love story unfolding, a heart's sacred space.