Love whispers in the wind, a gentle serenade,
It dances with shadows, in the twilight parade.
It sings to the stars, a melody so sweet,
In the silence of night, where hearts gently meet.

Love paints the dawn, with hues of pure gold,
It warms the cold hands, that tremble and fold.
It cradles the weary, in its tender embrace,
Leaving traces of grace, in every soft place.

Love writes a story, on the pages of time,
With verses and rhymes, and rhythms that chime.
It dances through dreams, with footsteps so light,
Illuminating the dark, with its radiant light.

Love whispers a promise, in the heart’s hidden core,
It blossoms and grows, forevermore.
It nurtures the soul, with each passing day,
In the garden of life, it finds its own way.