Your Love Poem by daryun winte

In the realm where hearts do speak,
Neither rich nor poor they seek.
Love, the language pure and meek,
Finds its home in strong and weak.

Rich in gold or poor in dime,
Love transcends the bounds of time.
In the heart's melodious chime,
Love's the rhythm, love's the rhyme.

Wealth or want, it matters not,
In love's tender, sweet onslaught.
In its web, we all are caught,
By its magic, we are taught.

Love sees not with eyes, but soul,
Mending hearts, it makes them whole.
Rich or poor, love plays its role,
In our lives, it takes its toll.

So remember, come what may,
Love won't choose by night or day,
Rich or poor, in disarray,
Love's the light that leads the way.