2024-07-22
To fake love, is as bad as it gets,
A masquerade of falsehood nets.
A shadow play of hollow schemes,
A love that's bare of heartfelt themes.
Pretending warmth in cold disguise,
With empty words and vacant eyes.
A bitter taste, a ghostly touch,
A semblance, never meaning much.
But to feel love, a wondrous state,
A gentle force, a boundless fate.
The heart’s true beat, an ardent flame,
A symphony that calls your name.
In every pulse, in every breath,
A dance that wards off drear and death.
It lifts the spirit, frees the soul,
A precious gift that makes us whole.
To be loved, the sweetest grace,
In someone's heart to find a place.
A cherished bond, sincere and true,
A light that guides in all we do.
It's as good as it can ever be,
Unveiling life's profound decree.
In love's embrace, we’re ever blessed,
A timeless joy, a sacred quest.
So seek not to feign love’s sweet song,
But feel it deeply, pure and strong.
And let yourself be loved in turn,
In love’s pure flame, let hearts discern.
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