In the heart's quiet chambers, love finds its place,
A gentle touch that soothes life's weary trace.
When tears fall like rain, and sorrows embrace,
Love is the balm that brings solace and grace.
In the darkest hours, when the world feels heavy,
Love's embrace is the haven, warm and steady.
It mends the broken, makes the wounded ready,
Love's healing touch, unwavering and ready.
With every whispered word and tender kiss,
Love mends the soul's wounds, like morning's bliss.
In love's gentle presence, there's nothing amiss,
It's the cure for the pain that we can't dismiss.
When the world seems unkind and days are long,
Love's healing power is steadfast and strong.
In love's tender embrace, we all belong,
It's the solace that keeps our spirits song.
So, in the realm of love, our hearts take flight,
A source of healing, like day follows night.
In love's warm embrace, everything feels right,
A refuge in the storm, a guiding light.
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