In shadows where the heart does lie,
Where pain and sorrow often sigh,
Love steps in with gentle grace,
And wipes the tears from weary face.
It teaches us to stand and see,
The beauty in fragility,
To hold the one whose spirit's low,
And let compassion softly flow.
In weakest times, love stands so strong,
It sings a patient, healing song,
Upholds the dignity we bear,
A silent pledge that says, 'I'm here.'
When stumbles come and we may fall,
Love's arms encircle, holding all,
A steadfast rock in stormy seas,
A whispering breeze through tender trees.
This love, it nurtures, grows, and mends,
A timeless bond that never ends,
Through every trial, night, and day,
Love guides us gently on our way.
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I would like to translate this poem
Your poems are wonderful Anitha ***** I get drawn into every word. xx