Tears, a silent language, a heart overflows,
No words can express the weight that it shows.
A tremble in shoulders, a downturned head,
A sigh that speaks volumes, a sorrow unsaid.

Glistening trails whisper tales yet untold,
Of loss and We Cry longing, a story unfolds.
Wet cheeks, a reflection of burdens unseen,
A silent acceptance, a mournful sheen.

We cry without words, for emotions run deep,
A language of feelings, where secrets can sleep.

Calloused hands softened, a warrior so bold,
Love's touch, a sculptor, a story untold.
Hearts that were hardened, are now open and free,
Love's melody weaving, a sweet harmony.

Lives once in darkness, with love's light imbued,
A garden of kindness where beauty accrued.
Wounds long unhealed, with tenderness sewn,
Love's gentle compassion, a seed that has grown.

Consider love's magic, its vast, potent sway,
The power to mend, and forever to stay.
when we consider what love has done

Hush falls on the banks, snow blankets the shore,
A river whispers secrets, unheard evermore.
Water, a ghost, beneath the icy sheen,
Gurgles and sighs, a melody unseen.

The wind whispers secrets through crystalline trees,
A lonely sonata, on the winter's cold breeze.
The river remembers, dreams of the spring's flow,
But slumbers in silence, beneath the white snow.
From the sound of a snowy river

Like a willow, love bends with each breeze,
Swaying and yielding, yet planted with ease.
Strong roots hold firm, though branches may roam,
Forever entwined, a love finds its home.

Wind whispers secrets, a language untold,
Love dances and listens, brave, patient, and bold.
Through sunshine and storm, it gracefully yields,
A love that endures in life's open fields.
I am sure and still are
Yes, love is a willow in the wind

Neither one of us shall bleed, love's not a cruel knife,
A dance where we wound not, a shared, gentle life.
Honesty's compass, a path clear and true,
Respect is the shield, protecting me and you.

Kindness, a language, in actions it speaks,
Understanding whispers, where silence oft squeaks.
Compromise bridges, where differences meet,
A tapestry woven, a love warm and sweet.

For love's tender touch, soothes and heals all scars,
No weapons or battles, beneath love's gentle stars.
We'll face life together, a united front,
Neither one of us shall bleed, love's a safe, sacred hunt.

Love shall let the light back in, where shadows reside,
A gentle persuasion, a warmth to confide.
Hearts once closed tightly, in fear's icy hold,
Will soften and open, a story unfolds.

Like sunlight in winter, love melts the despair,
Melting the frost, with a love beyond compare.
Tears that once lingered, like crystals so cold,
It will transform into laughter, a story untold.

For love's gentle presence, a beacon so bright,
It chases away the darkness and brings back the light.
In the space, it creates, a haven so kind,
Love lets the light back in, healing the mind.

When love opens the heart, a fortress once strong,
Cracks in the armor, where vulnerability throngs.
No longer a castle, so stoic and cold,
But a welcoming haven, a story untold.

Sunlight streams inward, dispelling the gloom,
Nurturing seeds of kindness, where passion may bloom.
Empathy blossoms, a garden so bright,
Compassion the rain, that makes love take flight.

Vulnerability's strength, a newfound courage,
Connection established, on sacred ground.
For when love opens the heart, a beautiful thing,
It lets the world in and allows itself to sing.