Parade of Hearts
In the streets, a celebration of old,
Where banners of love are gently unrolled.
A parade of hearts, each one in line,
Marching to a rhythm, tender and fine.
The first heart beats with innocent grace,
A love that time cannot erase.
It dances lightly in the sun’s embrace,
Reflecting every precious trace.
The second heart, though scarred with pain,
Carries love’s burden, but not in vain.
It knows the weight of loss and gain,
Yet still it joins the sweet refrain.
The third heart, bold, with passion’s fire,
Leaps with a burning, endless desire.
It moves through the crowd with fervent zeal,
A love so strong, it’s almost surreal.
The fourth heart, quiet, with a tender gaze,
Remembers love’s simpler, softer days.
It holds onto dreams, softly sways,
In the warm light of twilight’s rays.
At the parade’s end, the hearts unite,
A tapestry of love, woven tight.
They march together, side by side,
In the grand parade where love resides.
For every heart that joins this walk,
Knows the language that love will talk.
In whispers, shouts, and gentle starts,
We all join in the parade of hearts.
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365: From Me, To You
Poetry"365: From Me, To You" is a journey through the intertwined sorrows and joys of love. Each poem is a daily testament of devotion, capturing the bittersweet essence of longing, reunion, and the passage of time.
