True Love

In realms of hearts, a tale does arise, Of true love's essence, disguised in guise. Like ethereal ghosts, it whispers afar, Bewitching souls, like a distant star. Words of love, they dance upon the air, Yet few have glimpsed this bond so rare. In whispers hushed, the stories unfold, Of love's enigma, a treasure untold. True love, a ghostly apparition it seems, Elusive, profound, dwelling in dreams. It lingers in hearts, an unseen touch, Fleeting as mist, yet it means so much. It's whispered in sonnets, sung in refrain, A muse for poets, a balm for pain. But who has witnessed its mystical glow, Wherever it hides, only they truly know. For true love transcends the mere mundane, A connection profound, no words can explain. It's felt in a glance, a tender embrace, A warmth that lingers, leaving no trace. Though talked about often, elusive it may be, True love's essence, a mystery to see. Like ghosts, it haunts, yet elicits belief, That true love exists, beyond all grief. So let us pursue, with hearts unafraid, The specter of love, where dreams are laid. For though it may hide, like ghosts in the night, True love endures, a beacon of light. Romique ❤️❤️❤️