In realms of love, where hearts entwine,
A gift divine, pure and fine,
A treasure held, both sweet and rare,
Love's tender touch, beyond compare.
Within its grasp, we find delight,
A symphony of feelings, shining bright,
A gift that blooms with gentle grace,
Unveiling passion, leaving no trace.
Love's gift is found in whispered words,
The poetry of souls, like singing birds,
With every verse, it paints a scene,
Where love's embrace forever gleams.
It dances in the warmth of a smile,
Unfolding secrets, mile by mile,
A language spoken, understood,
In tender gestures, love's gift stood.
Love's gift is felt in gentle touch,
A symphony of sensations, oh, so much,
Caressing souls, a tender sigh,
Awakening love that never shall die.
It weaves a tapestry of shared dreams,
Where hearts unite, like flowing streams,
Love's gift, a bond that time can't sever,
Binding souls together, now and forever.
So cherish love, this precious prize,
With open hearts, let love arise,
For in its presence, we are whole,
Embracing love's gift, our eternal role.
