Thursday, July 11, 2024
Love's Tapestry
In hearts entwined, a rosebud blooms,
A secret unfolds, whispered in perfumes.
Love's touch, a flame that flickers and soothes,
A bittersweet symphony, played on heartstrings uncouth.
We walk on life's path, hand in woven hand,
A tapestry stitched with joy's vibrant strand.
Tears fall like rain, washing worries away,
Love's ember glows, a guiding star each day.
One love ignites, a wildfire in our souls,
Two hearts ablaze, as passion takes control.
Destined to wander, like birds on the breeze,
Yet forever tethered, by love's mysterious seas.
Through stormy nights, where tempers ignite,
Our love transforms, bathed in morning's light.
In the fiery dance, our spirits entwine,
Two souls as one, forever thine.
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