Love's echo resounds, a timeless frequency.
It's the pulse that quickens in the heart of creation,
A bond that spans the void between the nations.
Love's not the fleeting touch of a passing breeze,
Nor the ephemeral flight of a hummingbird's ease.
It's the steady drumbeat of life's grand orchestra,
A melody that lingers, long after the crescendo.
In the twilight of the soul, where shadows dance,
Love's the light that banishes the darkest romance.
It's the silent language of the universe's design,
A force that binds us, despite the trials of time.
Love's echo is the laughter that outlives the tear,
The hand that soothes the pain, the fear to fear.
It's the bridge that spans the chasms of our being,
A promise that endures, beyond all seasons.
In the quiet of the heart, where memories dwell,
Love's echo is the song that life itself can tell.
It's the legacy we leave, in every word and deed,
A testament to love's eternal, unyielding creed.
So let us listen, let us feel, let us embrace,
The eternal echo of love's tender embrace.
For in this echo, we find our true communion,
A symphony of souls, in timeless devotion.