Love's Eternal Sands
My love is like sand, countless and small,
Each grain a metaphor, a story to recall.
Hold them in your hand, feel them slip away,
Yet they remain eternal, in love's endless sway.
With every breeze, they dance and soar,
Whispering secrets of love's timeless lore.
They may scatter, but never truly depart,
A symphony of emotions, stitched in the heart.
Each grain, a chapter in our shared history,
Moments of joy, pain, and sweet mystery.
Though they may escape, through fingers they slide,
In the tapestry of our love, they forever reside.
So when you feel them slipping, don't let them go,
For in their delicate dance, love continues to grow.
My love is like sand, enduring and true,
A testament to the bond between me and you.
© Plasmagrapes
Each grain a metaphor, a story to recall.
Hold them in your hand, feel them slip away,
Yet they remain eternal, in love's endless sway.
With every breeze, they dance and soar,
Whispering secrets of love's timeless lore.
They may scatter, but never truly depart,
A symphony of emotions, stitched in the heart.
Each grain, a chapter in our shared history,
Moments of joy, pain, and sweet mystery.
Though they may escape, through fingers they slide,
In the tapestry of our love, they forever reside.
So when you feel them slipping, don't let them go,
For in their delicate dance, love continues to grow.
My love is like sand, enduring and true,
A testament to the bond between me and you.
© Plasmagrapes