Love is just a word, they say,
A fleeting whisper, lost in gray,
Yet in its breath, a world is spun,
A dance of hearts, two souls as one.
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In shadows cast by doubt and fear,
It rises soft, a melody clear,
In tender gazes, a spark ignites,
A gentle promise in quiet nights.
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Though carved in stone, in ink it flows,
A fire that burns, yet no one knows,
With every sigh, with every tear,
Love’s essence lingers, ever near.
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A notion held in fleeting time,
An echo sweet, a whispered rhyme,
It holds the stars within its gaze,
Transforming life in countless ways.
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So let the poets weave their lines,
In every heart, a fire shines,
For love is more than just a word,
It’s every feeling yet unheard.
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In laughter's light and sorrow's shade,
In every bond that we have made,
Though fleeting sounds, it gently stirs,
For love is life; it always spurs.