Love comes as softly as the breath of May,
A quiet light within the darkest night.
It hides a glimpse of paradise away,
Yet often leaves the soul in silent plight.

It shines with brilliance, yet it casts a shade,
Like cleansing rain that falls through skies of gray.
It walks through storms that wear the spirit frayed,
And gifts us peace, forgiveness, and delay.

Once you have felt the warmth that it bestows,
The world reveals its truth in brighter hue.
It brings both pain and grace that ever grows—
A sacred flame that stirs the heart anew.

It conquers time, untouched by passing years,
Its words don’t wilt, they bloom in endless flight.
Love is the dawn through morning’s silver tears,
That calls us on but hides beyond the light.

Love comes when we begin at last to see
Not just the world, but souls in shining frame.
It sparks a trembling inner melody
That echoes on, though no one speaks its name.

So yield to love, as one would yield to fate,
Seek not reward—just smile through each cry.
And when your life is locked in toil and weight,
Let love alone be all that lifts you high.