In the garden of the heart, love blooms,
Not just in petals bright and fair,
But in the roots that weather storms,
In the soil where shadows lair.
Love is not a fleeting glance,
Or the blush of dawn’s first light,
It’s the embrace of every scar,
In the darkest, quiet night.
For love is seeing through the veil,
To the soul that bears the weight,
Of battles fought in silent screams,
And the demons they placate.
True love is not perfection’s dream,
But the strength to understand,
That broken wings can heal and fly,
With the touch of a gentle hand.
It’s in the cracks that light gets in,
Where beauty hides, unseen,
It’s holding space for tears and fears,
And all that lies between.
Love is the whisper in the wind,
That says, “You’re not alone,”
It’s the faith in every step they take,
On paths they’ve never known.
It’s knowing no one’s free from scars,
Yet seeing all their worth,
It’s finding beauty in the flaws,
And bringing dreams to birth.
So love with all your heart and soul,
With patience, grace, and care,
For in the depths, where shadows hide,
True love is planted there.
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