Love, a whisper on the breeze,
A phantom touch, a fleeting tease.
A word that dances on the tongue,
Yet meaning hidden, never sung.
It's not a rose, nor a sweet perfume,
Nor a warm embrace, nor a moonlit room.
It's not a promise, nor a vow,
Though it can bring both, somehow.
It's a spark that ignites the soul,
A fire that burns, makes us whole.
It's a yearning deep within the heart,
A longing for a brand new start.
Love is a journey, not a destination,
A mystery, a constant revelation.
It's a tapestry woven with threads of pain,
And joy, and laughter, and tears like rain.
So let us seek it, let us find,
This elusive treasure, one of a kind.
For love is a gift, a precious grace,
That lights our way, in time and space.
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POEMS I WROTE
PoetryThis contains different kind of poems that I wrote. I hope you will enjoy reading it!
