Poems based on love

Love is a spark, a flame, a sigh,
A fleeting glance, a reason why,
It whispers soft when hearts collide,
And wraps us close, where dreams reside.

It's in the touch of hand to hand,
The quiet gaze, the soft command,
A silent bond that speaks so clear,
A steady pulse when you're near.

Love is the laughter in the night,
The safety found in shared delight,
It lifts us high, it makes us whole,
A gentle current in the soul.

But love is also tender pain,
A storm that falls, a cleansing rain,
It asks for trust, demands the truth,
And leaves us raw, yet full of youth.

In love, we find both joy and ache,
But through it all, we learn to break,
And in the breaking, we become
More than we were, and yet, undone.

For love is all—both vast and small,
A fleeting dream, yet holding all.
It lives, it grows, it comes, it goes,
A timeless dance that ever flows.





Love is not a simple thing,
Not just a word or fleeting fling,
It’s in the quiet of the dawn,
The space between two hearts withdrawn.

It’s the warmth of hands entwined,
The steady rhythm, intertwined,
A gaze that says what words can’t find,
A secret kept, a tie that binds.

Love is laughter, soft and sweet,
The shared moments where hearts meet,
It’s in the silence, in the sighs,
In whispered truths, in soft goodbyes.

It’s the pulse that makes us whole,
The tender ache, the deepest goal,
It lifts us high, it pulls us down,
It wears a smile, it wears a frown.

Love is fire, love is rain,
It heals the soul, it knows our pain,
A wild storm and gentle breeze,
A fleeting moment, yet it frees.

For love is vast, and love is true,
It changes everything we knew,
It lives in every breath we take—
The gift of love, the heart’s awake.





Love is a light that softly gleams,
A flicker born from whispered dreams,
It grows, it stretches, pulls, and bends,
It starts as one and never ends.

It’s in the touch of morning sun,
A quiet warmth when day’s begun,
It’s in the softest words you say,
The way you hold my heart at bay.

Love is the space between the words,
The quiet peace it often stirs,
It’s finding home in someone’s eyes,
And feeling whole when we’re apart.

It’s knowing in your soul’s deep core,
That you could never want for more,
That love will find its way to you,
In every shade, in every hue.

It’s when the world is spinning fast,
And everything feels bound to pass,
Love is the thread that ties the knot,
The thing we have, the thing we sought.

And though it sometimes breaks and bends,
Love mends again, and never ends.
It’s timeless, endless, without cost,
A gift, a grace, a treasure lost.

So let it be—this love, this light,
That paints the dark and warms the night,
A constant flame, a soft refrain,
A song that’s sung again, again.
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