love's endless dance: in the whisper of the heart
love is a journey a winding road where lovers find solace where souls are sowed through highs and lows through joy and this love carries us erasing our fears
In the realm where hearts entwineLove emerges so divine.
A symphony of emotions so profound whispering secrets without a sound.
Love's gentle touch is a soothing balmHealing wound with tender calm.
It paints the sky with vibrant hues and turns grey days into vivid views.
Love's embrace a sanctuary of warmthNurturing souls protecting from harm.
It ignites a fire that burns so brightGuiding us through even the darkest night.
Love dances on the wings of timeAn eternal flame forever sublime.
It knows no boundaries no limits or bindsUnites souls and all differences it blinds.
Love's language is written in each kissA sweet understanding is shared in pure bliss.
It speaks in whispers and in laughter found through life's ups and downs always around.
Love weaves a tapestry of threads of entwined stories written by two hearts aligned.
It's the melody that touches the core essence of life that we all adore.
So let love be our compass our guide on the journey of life right by our side.
For it is love that makes us a truly alive gift to cherish and forever strive for.
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
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