Within the essence of being, love finds its place,
A pure sentiment, leaving no trace,
Love that doesn’t hurt, but enchantingly gleams,
Accompanying the soul, like gentle moonbeams.
In the garden of the heart, it blooms in light,
A complement of souls, a bond so bright,
Two beings entwined in a warm embrace,
Weaving dreams together, with tender grace.
A mirror reflecting the soul’s truth untold,
Where one gazes and loves, no secrets to hold,
Acceptance and self-love, without disguise,
In love given freely, with no deceitful lies.
A treasured jewel that fills us with glow,
A sun that shines, a sky of blue we know,
Love nurtured by touches, and glances that last,
With sweet words spoken, unspoken, the past.
It’s an eternal dance of passion and emotion,
A soulful melody, stirring every notion,
An everlasting fire that never does fade,
In a soulmate’s arms, destiny’s cascade.
Love that doesn’t hurt but lifts us high,
Enveloping us in sincerity that won’t die,
A divine gift, the desire of every heart,
With every beat, a new love story to start.
Such is love, sublime and true,
An eternal balm, a path to pursue,
Where two united souls, in one heartbeat,
Build a love that forever, no end will it meet.