Is there any mystery deeper than the alchemy of two hearts beating as one, Ephemeral, like life leaving little gifts for death, where light is yet to be spun. Like souls entwined in a selfless cosmic ballet, a language of love softly sung, Hues of green, blue and purple swirling through a night sky still very young. Love dances on the edge of fleeting moments, soon to be gone, The heartbeat of a green forest, like the breathing of life’s lungs. In the gentle caress of a shared gaze, love whispers its eternal song, A melody of longing and grace, where we both feel we belong. The tenderness of touch, enraptured like many hands caressing, A deep bond of the soul, selfless, intangible, yet a true blessing. Like a warm hug, a blanket of moss, enclosing it with tenderness, A heart beating, moment to moment, love flowing so generous. Coldness flowing into tenderness, spring warmed by summer's passion, Birds seeking for twigs and branches, for a nest of care and compassion. Love is this intangible feeling, transforming, yet also so truly very fleeting, Like the eternal dusk of pink and reds, night and day never really meeting.
