Love is like morning dew,
falling quietly
on the blades of grass,
delicate and fragile,
yet so strong
that in it, I find my peace,
my home,
it is the light in the darkness
that guides me
when I am lost,
when I seek direction,
it is the quiet whisper of the wind,
whispering your name,
as the sun sets,
as the night approaches.In your eyes,
I see the whole world,
all the colors
I've ever known,
and yet each time I discover
something new,
something that surprises me,
that moves me,
in that quiet connection
between us,
I find everything
I've ever searched for,
in your smile is the hope
that love is more
than just words,
it is a feeling
that fills me,
that makes me whole,
that teaches me to believe,
even when the world is cold,
and the night is long.Every touch of yours
is like a flash of light,
that illuminates my soul,
dissolving shadows of doubt,
and leaving only pure joy,
in that simple moment
when we are together,
I feel everything around
fading away,
as the world disappears,
and only silence remains,
just our hearts,
beating in the same rhythm,
like two waves
that merge in the ocean,
becoming one
in the endless depth of love,
where there is no fear,
where there is no pain,
only the pure joy of
being,
of having each other.In the quiet of the night,
when I hold you in my arms,
I feel the world
slowing down around us,
as each second
becomes eternity,
where we can lose ourselves,
where we can find ourselves,
in you, in me,
in us,
in that simple truth
that love is more
than just a moment,
it is a journey
we walk together,
where each step is proof
that even in this vast world,
we can find peace,
we can find a home.And as a new day arrives,
and the sun begins to shine again,
I know that the love
we have
is the light
that never goes out,
it is the flame
that burns in our hearts,
in every touch,
in every glance
we exchange,
it is the strength
that leads us,
that binds us in every moment,
where we are together,
where we are one,
in the endless song of love
that fills us both,
and gives meaning
to every new day
that comes,
to every smile
we share,
to every moment
that belongs only to us.
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In the Shadows Of Poetry
Poesía"Love or Darkness? Doesn't it matter when it's just a small collection of poetry?"