Love, the quiet strength that fuels the heart,
A silent vow, a timeless work of art.
It speaks in glances, in whispers soft and rare,
A presence felt yet scarcely seen in air.

It builds in moments, small yet deeply bound,
Not in grand gestures but in common ground.
An anchor firm amidst life's restless tide,
A steady hand when lesser lights have died.

Through days unspoken, through nights held apart,
It holds a language fluent in the...