A language so profound,
Where words and actions oft fall to the ground,
There lies a means, a poet\'s sweet refrain,
To convey emotions that words can\'t explain.
In eloquent verses, love finds its voice,
Unveiling secrets, making hearts rejoice.
For when mere words fail to capture the essence,
A poem weaves feelings with delicate presence.
In the absence of spoken phrases and sighs,
A poem becomes love\'s vessel to rise.
It captures the longing, the passion\'s embrace,
As verse’ cascade with elegance and grace.
For love\'s true language transcends the tongue,
Its melody crafted, its chorus unsung.
Through stanzas, love murmurs, enchanting the heart,
Like a masterpiece, a poet\'s work of art.
For when love language fails to find its way,
A poem becomes the beacon that lights love\'s ray.
Through poems, love blossoms, forever entwined,
As hearts seek solace, in lines intertwined.