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Raindrops.
In the tender hush of dawn,
A symphony of life is drawn,
Love, like a melody,
In every heart, it sets free.
The sun's gentle kiss on the dew,
A promise of love, so true,
In whispers of the morning breeze,
It paints a picture of serene ease.
Nature's canvas, a lover's art,
From petals to the breaking heart,
Each stroke, a testament to love,
In every hue, it weaves above.
In the quiet of the evening skies,
Underneath the stars' soft lies,
Love, like a secret, it unfolds,
In the warmth of two hearts, it holds.
So let the raindrops tell the tale,
Of love, so pure, it never fails,
Let the church bells and angels sing,
For love, the sweetest, most beautiful thing.
© Jerry
A symphony of life is drawn,
Love, like a melody,
In every heart, it sets free.
The sun's gentle kiss on the dew,
A promise of love, so true,
In whispers of the morning breeze,
It paints a picture of serene ease.
Nature's canvas, a lover's art,
From petals to the breaking heart,
Each stroke, a testament to love,
In every hue, it weaves above.
In the quiet of the evening skies,
Underneath the stars' soft lies,
Love, like a secret, it unfolds,
In the warmth of two hearts, it holds.
So let the raindrops tell the tale,
Of love, so pure, it never fails,
Let the church bells and angels sing,
For love, the sweetest, most beautiful thing.
© Jerry
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