The keys of love

The keys to love, they lie not in a hand,

Nor forged in steel, nor crafted from the sand.

They're not a puzzle, solved with logic's might,

But secrets whispered in the starlit night.

The first key, trust, a fragile, shimmering thing,

Grows with honesty, on trust's soft wing.

To share your heart, vulnerabilities bare,

And know acceptance, a love beyond compare.

The second key, respect, a steady flame,

Honoring differences, whispering each name.

To see the world through another's hopeful eyes,

And celebrate their spirit as it takes flight.

The third key, kindness, a gentle, steady hand,

Offered in comfort, on love's shifting sand.

A touch that speaks of empathy and grace,

A silent language, leaving not a trace.

The fourth key, patience, a river running slow,

Through gentle understanding, helping hearts to grow.

For love takes time, to blossom and unfold,

Like precious buds, waiting to be told.

The fifth key, forgiveness, a cleansing rain,

Washing away hurt, erasing every stain.

To let go of anger, and choose to start anew,

With hearts untainted, love forever true.

These are the keys, unlock love's hidden door,

Not found on a keychain, but treasured in the core.

For love itself, the greatest gift of all,

Lies within your grasp, waiting for your call.