Love in anvil

Love in anvil


A whisper, soft and true,
A light that warms, morning dew.
In the eyes, a gentle gleam,
A shared laugh, a common dream.

A hand that holds you tight,
A beacon in the darkest night.
In the words, both said and known,
In silent moments, it has grown.

A dance, both slow and fast,
A timeless bond meant to last.
In the heart, a sacred place,
A tender touch, a warm embrace.

GR kaviyoor 
02 06 2024 

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