In a world where chaos dances free,
Where hearts remain in constant plea,
Love emerges like a tender song,
A rare gem amidst the throng.
Love is the light that paints the dawn,
The whispering wind that carries on,
It blooms in hearts, both young and old,
And turns the timid into bold.
Love is a flame that warms the soul,
A gentle touch that makes us whole,
It kindles hope when darkness looms,
And sweeps away our deepest glooms.
Like a shooting star across the night,
Love's brilliance captures every sight,
Its magic sparkles, bright and pure,
A treasure that will long endure.
Love is the language of the heart,
An ethereal symphony, a work of art,
It binds us in a sacred embrace,
And fills our lives with boundless grace.
But love is rare, a precious find,
A jewel that's often hard to bind,
Yet those who find it are truly blessed,
For love is life's most sacred quest.
So cherish love, when it appears,
Hold it close and let go of fears,
For in this world of fleeting things,
True love, eternal, forever sings.
