My Love
My love is not the fleeting kind,
Like whispered winds that fade with time.
It lingers deep, a steady glow,
A river’s course, a mountain’s snow.
It speaks in hush, in silent ways,
In stolen glances, in warm embrace.
No gilded words, no grand display,
Yet in my heart, it softly stays.
Through storm and sun, through dark and light,
Through endless days and restless nights,
Unshaken, true, it holds its place,
A timeless song, a boundless grace.
My love is strong, yet light as air,
It needs no proof, no world to share.
For in your eyes, I see it shine,
A love eternal—yours and mine.
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