Love's soft whisper echoes, a sound both old and new.
A melody that's undying, through the ages it does seep,
Binding hearts together, in a dance that can't be twee.
The eternal echo of love, it's a tune so sweet and rare,
A harmony of souls, in the grand orchestration.
It's the pulse of the universe, the beat that we all share,
A rhythm that's both primal, and beyond compare.
Love's not bound by time's arrow, nor the fading of the light,
It's a force that's constant, in the darkest of the night.
It's the bridge that spans the chasms, in the human heart's divide,
A bond that's never broken, by the tempest's wildest ride.
In the eyes of the young, in the hearts of the wise,
Love's eternal echo stirs, with a gentle, insistent rise.
It's the laughter of children, the tears of those who've cried,
A symphony of emotions, that's never once denied.
We are but vessels, filled with this ancient, endless song,
Love's eternal echo, in our being does belong.
It's the thread that weaves the fabric, of our shared humanity,
A testament to the power, of love's infinity.
So let us listen closely, to the echo that's so vast,
In the silence of the universe, let's find love's lasting cast.
For in the echo of love, we find our common ground,
A heritage of heartbeats, that's forever profound.