My Love Is Round

My love is round, a circle ever true,

No jagged edges, no sharp points to accrue.

It spins and flows, a constant, gentle tide,

A boundless well where joy and peace reside.

Not like a teardrop, teetering on the brink,

Threatening to fall, a love that leaves you shrink.

Nor is it fire, a blaze that burns so bright,

Consuming all, leaving only ashes in the night.

My love is round, a moonbeam in the dark,

Guiding lost souls, leaving a gentle mark.

A melody that lingers in the air,

A symphony of comfort, a whispered prayer.

It holds its shape, no matter what is thrown,

Through trials faced, and battles fought alone.

It bends but never breaks, a willow in the breeze,

Resilient, strong, a love that brings you ease.

Like ripples spreading from a pebble's kiss,

My love expands, with every tender bliss.

Encompassing all, family, friend, and foe,

An endless wellspring, where kindness starts to flow.

It doesn't pick and choose, with judgment's sting,

It sees the good, the beauty love can bring.

In imperfections, it finds a hidden grace,

Embraces flaws, with love's tender embrace.

My love is round, a circle ever vast,

A universe of feelings, meant to forever last.

It holds within its depths, forgiveness true,

Letting go of hurts, with hearts forever new.

It doesn't trap, nor bind with jealous chains,

It grants you freedom, where your spirit reigns.

For love that trusts, sets your spirit free,

To explore the world, and all it has to be.

My love is round, a dance without an end,

Two souls entwined, where worries transcend.

A rhythm shared, a language understood,

A silent promise, whispered in the wood.

It doesn't fade, with time's relentless hand,

But deepens, strengthens, on love's sacred sand.

Memories a treasure, cherished and held tight,

A love that grows with every passing night.

Perhaps not perfect, this love I hold so dear,

But honest, true, with nothing left to fear.

A circle unbroken, a promise yet untold,

My love is round, forever to unfold.