Soft petals kissed by dawn’s first light.
Its fragrance lingers as it grows,
A tender warmth that feels so right.
But thorns beneath its velvet skin,
Can prick the heart that lets it in.
Love is like a gentle stream,
That whispers secrets through the trees.
It flows within a tranquil dream,
A song that rides upon the breeze.
Yet currents strong, though hard to see,
Can sweep you under suddenly.
Love is like the morning sun,
That brightens skies with golden hue.
It shines on all, on everyone,
And paints the world in colors new.
But stare too long at love’s bright face,
And you may find you’ve lost your place.
Love is like a summer rain,
That cools the earth with sweet relief.
It falls upon the windowpane,
A fleeting joy, a moment brief.
Yet in its dance, there lies a storm,
Where winds of doubt can soon be born.
Love is like a distant star,
A light that guides through nights unknown.
It beckons from both near and far,
A flame that calls you as its own.
But reach too high, with hands too bold,
And love may slip from your strong hold.
Love is like a mountain tall,
Majestic, high, and hard to scale.
Its beauty tempts you with its call,
But step too far and you might fail.
For love’s a climb that takes its toll,
Yet worth the journey for the soul.
Imran Nazeer
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