Love, love, love.

In the silent corner of my heart,
where shadows dance to the rhythm of longing,
a love poem is born, ethereal and serene,
woven with threads of sighs and passion.

On the palette of my emotions' colors,
your eyes are brushes painting the horizon,
a canvas where love is the melody,
a symphony that resonates in the soul.

Your lips, sweet verses that utter secrets,
entwine with mine in a perfect embrace,
like two rivers converging at sunset,
creating a delta of tenderness and love in our wake.

In every word you speak,
echoes the poetry of sincere love,
like verses intertwining with the wind,
freely flying, creating a lasting bond.

You are the star guiding my dark nights,
the light illuminating my gray days,
a lighthouse in the storm leading me,
toward the calm of your arms, where everything slides.

In the garden of our complicity, whispers bloom,
like petals dancing in the wind,
each one a promise, a commitment,
of a love that endures, eternal and true.

Thus, in the fabric of our intertwined souls,
the poem of love is written, word after word,
a story that persists through time,
an eternal song, a love sublime and profound.