Love is . . .

Love is the beacon, a guide through the storm,
A shelter of solace, a haven, and form.
It's the strength in vulnerability's embrace,
A symphony of flaws, in perfect grace.

Love is the laughter that bubbles within,
A dance of emotions, a jubilant din.
It weaves through the seasons, a constant refrain,
In sunshine and rain, through pleasure and pain.

Love is a refuge when shadows grow long,
A lifeline of hope when all else seems wrong.
It conquers the darkness, igniting the light,
In unity's glow, two hearts take their flight.

Love is the echo that lingers in time,
A legacy written in hearts' tender rhyme.
It binds generations, a legacy's art,
A flame everlasting, within every heart.

So cherish this gift, the wonder it brings,
Love's boundless magic, where hearts take their wings.
For in love's embrace, we find life's true bliss,
A symphony of souls, forever amiss.

What is love to you?