In the garden of the heart, love blossoms so brilliantly,
A brilliant sun that exiles the most obscure evening.
It moves in the twilight, murmurs in the breeze,
An immortal power, an ensemble that won't ever stop.
Love's delicate touch, a stroke so warm and kind,
In each heart, its best song we find.
It paints the world with colors, so clear, so evident,
A magnum opus of happiness in each shade and tint.
It's the chuckling in a kid's eyes, so unadulterated and free,
The connection between two spirits, a solid declaration.
It's the beauty of pardoning, the solidarity to persevere,
An affection so profound and vast, everlastingly unadulterated.
Love is a reference point, directing us through life's hug,
An unfaltering light, a safe house in the tempest's furious face.
It's the beat of our souls, the explanation we exist,
An orchestra of minutes, a delicate, immortal contort.
In adoration, we track down our motivation, our comfort and our melody,
A never-ending adoration, where we as a whole genuinely have a place.
It's the best gift we share, a fortune incomprehensible,
An adoration that knows no closure, a timeless, endless fortune.
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Wonderful writing. My fave: "Love is a reference point, directing us through life's hug"