Love is a whisper that reaches the soul,
Mightier than the mightiest of blades -
it conquers not with ruthless force
But with the hush of a quiet embrace.
A word so soft can wake a storm,
A touch so light can pass a tremor,
A bond so fragile, forged in steel,
A single spark can ignite a fire
It calls the stars to bow in awe,
Weaves a rainbow from the chrome.
As moon spills silver through the night,
Cupid's arrows pose to strike
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