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Whispers of Eternal Love

a pearl in velvet skies,

By Moharif YuliantoPublished 4 days ago 1 min read
Whispers of Eternal Love
Photo by Ginger Jordan on Unsplash

The moon, a pearl in velvet skies,

Casts silver whispers, soft and wise.

On ancient stones, where lovers tread,

A timeless tale, in silence said.

The wind, a bard with unseen strings,

Through rustling leaves, a love song sings.

Of hearts entwined, beneath the stars,

A promise etched, that never jars.

A single rose, with petals red,

Whispers of passion, gently spread.

Its fragrance sweet, a memory kept,

Of vows exchanged, when young hearts leapt.

The ocean's sigh, a constant hum,

Recalls the day their love had come.

Two souls adrift, on life's vast sea,

Found solace deep, eternally.

The fireflies, like stars below,

In flickering dance, their love aglow.

A constellation, hearts alight,

Banishing shadows of the night.

The whispering pines, a mournful tune,

Speak of hardships faced beneath the moon.

Trials endured, a love made strong,

A weathered bridge, where they belong.

The morning dew, a crystal tear,

Reflects a love that conquers fear.

Through changing seasons, hand in hand,

They weathered storms, on shifting sand.

The whispers grow, a chorus grand,

From every corner of the land.

The sunlit stream, the whispering stream,

Of promises kept, and love's sweet dream.

A weathered hand, in one so fair,

A silent language, whispered there.

Wrinkles etched, a map of time,

A love that blooms, in every rhyme.

The stars above, like watchful eyes,

Have witnessed laughter, tears, and sighs.

A tapestry of moments spun,

A love that's woven, second by one.

The whispers rise, a symphony,

Of two souls bound, eternally.

No mortal tongue can quite express,

The depth of love, that time can't suppress.

For love transcends the fleeting years,

A bond that grows, dispelling fears.

In every breath, in every beat,

Their whispers echo, soft and sweet.

The moon descends, the sun awakes,

A cycle spins, their love it takes.

Though bodies fade, and voices cease,

Their love remains, a whispered peace.

For love's a whisper, on the breeze,

An echo carried, through the trees.

A constant presence, warm and true,

Whispers of love, forever new.

Ballad

About the Creator

Moharif Yulianto

a freelance writer and thesis preparation in his country, youtube content creator, facebook

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