Love is a flame, both soft and bright,
A guiding star in darkest night.
It warms the soul, it heals the pain,
Like gentle sun after the rain.
It speaks in smiles, in silent eyes,
In endless dreams beneath the skies.
A bond so pure, so deep, so true,
A world of wonder shining through.
Though storms may come and winds may blow,
Love helps the strongest flowers grow.
For in its heart, we always find,
A touch of peace, both sweet and kind.
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