love is silent,
like the mist of an early winter morning
filling your senses,
embracing you without the faintest whisper.

love is a singer,
the honey soaked voice of the morning birds
the sweetest lullabies,
that make you smile in your sleep.

love is breathless,
like the glorious colours of setting sun
the eternal hope,
leaving you with sweet tears even as it departs.

love is a dancer
gliding gracefully in the arms of the wind
pulls you close,
as you dance to the sweetest invisible tune.

love is a warrior,
a knight in the strongest, shiniest armour
embracing you completely,
protecting you with its very life.

love is a healer,
the slight kiss in every drop of rain
sweet tender caresses
ridding your every pore of all despair.

love is patient,
waiting, listening, hoping, not blind but seeing more.
explosion of colours,
the butterfly that comes to dance on your finger tips, unasked.

love is everything,
It is not the words you read, but the words I hide.

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