By JH Sayyar
When tender winds of love begin to blow,
They stir the soul with whispers soft and kind,
A gentle heat that sets the heart aglow,
And melts the frost that shadows leave behind
In every glance of love, a quiet fire is born,
And in every touch, a silent thunder wakes,
As if the poor world anew is gently sworn
To bloom with joy for love, its sweet sakes
No winter chill can freeze what lovers feel,
For in their gaze, the sun itself will shine.
Their wounds, once deep, begin at last to heal,
Their hearts beat slowly, in harmony divine.
O warmth that lights the dimmest skies above
The soul’s true spring is found in faithful love.
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