Oh, love, that elusive and enchanting force,
How you captivate our hearts with such a course.
But do we truly understand your profound embrace,
Or have we lost sight of your genuine grace?
In this world of fleeting connections and shallow desire,
Where passion fades and flames quickly expire,
I find myself longing for a love that's pure,
A love that stands the test of time, enduring and sure.
Is it in grand gestures or whispered words of affection,
Or in the quiet moments of shared introspection?
Does true love reside in sweet promises and vows,
Or in the unwavering commitment that it allows?
Perhaps it lies in the selfless acts of giving,
In the sacrifices made, in the art of forgiving.
For love, at its core, is not merely a fleeting emotion,
But a steadfast devotion, a lifelong devotion.
It's in the way we nurture and support one another,
In the tender moments we share, like no other.
Love is patient, love is kind, so the saying goes,
But true love is more profound than anyone knows.
It's in the way we hold each other's dreams,
And embrace the flaws, the imperfections it seems.
Love is an unwavering belief in the other's worth,
A commitment to grow together, to unearth.
So, let me pause and reflect on love's true essence,
To rediscover its power and regain my reverence.
For in this soliloquy, I seek to understand,
What it means to truly hold love in my hand.
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