A gentle hand, a loving heart,
A bond that will never part.
Your love, a beacon, bright and true,
Guiding me through and through.
Your laughter, like a summer's breeze,
Calming my soul, setting me free.
Your eyes, a mirror, deep and blue,
Reflecting love, pure and true.
With you by my side, I'm never alone,
Your love, a treasure, I've made my own.
Through thick and thin, we'll stand as one,
Our love, a journey, just begun.
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The Art of the Words
PoetryA poetry collection is akin to a wildflower meadow. Each poem, a delicate bloom, possesses its unique hue, form, and fragrance. Together, they weave a tapestry of vibrant colors and captivating scents, igniting the imagination and stirring the soul.
