Gentle Persuasion
In the morning the mist is low, soft as silk.
This is where hearts, first meet.
The sun rises, timid and hesitant,
casting a light that lingers in memory.
The meadow glistens, kissed by dew,
Each drop is a promise of tenderness.
Under the willows, secrets will be shared.
The breeze carries whispers,
Dreams take shape in diligence.
The leaves rustle, as gentle persuasion is born,
and time holds its breath for these moments.
A river flows nearby,
a troubadour sings a melody that seems eternal.
The clouds are reflected, drifting lazily under the waking moon.
The mountains stand like sentinels, guarding destiny,
their peaks pulling thoughts, into the arms of love.
The evening has come, painted in the colors of passion.
The sunset was a symphony, a reflection of everything felt.
The stars appeared, scattered like multi-faceted diamonds in the night,
each a silent echo of tender love.
In this living world of whispers, found a place to belong.
Together, with every breath took, wrote a story,
a love that blooms in silence, slowly into an unbreakable bond.
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