In the quiet hours of night’s embrace,
Where shadows dance and hearts find space,
Love’s not the spark of heated desire,
But the gentle warmth of a flickering fire.
It’s the whispered words in the soft morning light,
The laughter shared feels just right,
A hand held tight on those midnight strolls,
As time melts away and the world slows.
Love is the flutter of a shared glance,
The comfort of silence, a tender romance,
Kisses that linger, soft, and sweet,
In the simplest moments, our souls meet.
It’s the way your presence makes the day bright,
The joy in the little things, what feels so right,
A haven found where our hearts align,
In your arms, dear love, I’m forever entwined.
Not just in the closeness of flesh and bone,
But in the bond that makes two hearts a home,
Love is the journey we’ll endlessly roam,
Together forever, where we both belong.
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