Love grows in silence, soft as morning light,
A thread that binds when words fall far too short;
It thrives in laughter shared and gentle sight,
And holds us steady when the storms cavort.
Sometimes it bends beneath the weight of fear,
Or drifts like leaves on currents out of reach;
Yet even absence makes the heart more clear,
And teaches what no shallow touch can teach.
Relationships are rivers, deep and wide,
With calm and sudden rapids intertwined;
They ask for patience, courage as a guide,
And offer joy that's tender, rare, refined.
So hand in hand, through shadow, sun, and rain,
We learn that love can heal, yet still sustain.
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