love

In the quiet hours where shadows blend, Love is patient, a steadfast friend. Like the gentle whisper of a soft spring rain, It nurtures the heart, easing all pain. Love is kind, a warm embrace, A soothing balm, a sacred place. In every word, in every deed, It plants the seeds that hearts may need. It does not envy, nor wears a mask, In the light of truth, it's all it asks. Unlike the braggart who strides alone, True love is humble, a heart well known. It isn’t proud or quick to boast, Instead, it cherishes what matters most. In gentle tones and acts sincere, Love honors all, drawing us near. Without a thought for self alone, It gives, it shares, it seeds its own. Not easily angered, it calms the storm, Creating a haven where souls feel warm. No ledger kept of past mistakes, In forgiveness lies the path it takes. Woven through time, a tapestry bright, Love is the beacon that guides through the night. So let us aspire to love like this, A quiet strength, a tender bliss. For in each moment, in life’s grand throng, Love is the melody, the heart's true song.