In a world where shadows cast their might,
Where darkness oft obscures the light,
There exists a force, serene and bright,
The beauty of love, an eternal sight.
It dances on the gentle breeze,
In the rustling leaves among the trees,
Whispers of affection, soft melodies,
Guiding hearts, like a symphony that frees.
Love's colors are a vibrant blend,
A tapestry of hues, with no end,
From crimson passion to gold's amends,
Painting a portrait that transcends.
It blossoms in the meadows fair,
Where fragrant blooms perfume the air,
A tender touch, a stolen stare,
Love's essence, a treasure rare.
It knows no boundaries, no walls,
Defying logic's rigid calls,
Love cascades like waterfalls,
Enveloping souls in its hallowed halls.
Through joy and pain, it remains steadfast,
A shelter from the tempest's wrath,
With tenderness, it mends the past,
And paves the way for a love that lasts.
Love's beauty lies in its gentle grace,
In the laughter shared, in warm embrace,
It kindles hope in the darkest space,
An eternal flame, a sacred place.
So let us cherish this gift we hold,
Embrace the beauty, as it unfolds,
For love's enchantment, a tale untold,
An eternal wonder, a sight to behold.
