What is Love
In the realm of hearts, where emotions entwine,
A tapestry woven, a feeling divine.
What, dear poet, is this essence so rare?
A dance with the wind, a whisper in air.
Love is a melody, sweet and profound,
Echoing softly, the heart's sacred sound.
It's the warmth of a sunbeam on a winter's day,
A comforting presence that never fades away.
In the garden of souls, love takes root,
A blossoming flower, resolute.
It's the strength in a gaze, a tender caress,
A magical potion, a cure for distress.
Love is a symphony, notes intertwining,
A dance of souls, forever defining.
It's the laughter that echoes through the night,
A beacon of hope, a guiding light.
It's a gentle river, winding its course,
A boundless ocean, an uncharted source.
Love is the flame that forever burns,
In the crucible of life, it's the lesson one learns.
It's the selfless gesture, the sacrifice made,
A serenade sung in the quiet shade.
Love is a voyage, a thrilling ride,
With peaks of joy and valleys to bide.
Yet, love wears many faces, a versatile art,
A mender of wounds, a soothing balm for the heart.
In the dance of existence, a partner so dear,
It whispers in solitude, eradicates fear.
Love is patient, a timeless grace,
A journey unfolding, an eternal embrace.
It's the canvas of life, painted with care,
A masterpiece crafted, beyond compare.
So, what is love, you inquire with grace?
It's the essence of life, the smile on a face.
It's the answer to questions we seek from above,
In the language of hearts, it's simply, pure love.
