A feeling bright, a gentle start,
It takes its hold upon your heart.
A force unseen, it can't be tamed,
Once found, forever it is claimed.
A spark, a feeling, soft and new,
It finds its way to me and you.
Like wind, it whispers, can't be held,
A story whispered, never quelled.
It grows with kindness, day by day,
Chasing most of the clouds away.
With gentle care, it starts to bloom,
Dispelling shadows, chasing gloom.
And when it's shared, from heart to heart,
It's a never-ending work of art.
A light that shines, a constant glow,
Forever, burning love will grow.
It strengthens with a tender touch,
When cared for, oh, it means so much.
Like a strong fresh tree, it grows and grows,
The better it's fed the more It shows.
And when it's shared, a happy pair,
A bond that lasts beyond compare.
It lives and breathes, a burning fire,
A love that climbs up ever higher.
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