Embrace my love, let it find its home,
Embrace my love, let it freely roam.
Accept this gift, the tears of a humble bard,
My love, a truth, forever to be shared.
My love is simple, a day's embrace,
My love, an art, reflecting your grace.
My love is poetry, whispered and sung,
And this verse, to you, forever has clung.
Embrace my love, let its spirit soar.
My love, a moon, in the night's dark hold,
Its radiant beams, a story told.
My love, a flower, in constant bloom,
Smiling always, dispelling the gloom.
My love, a truth, forever to be shared.
Though sorrow surrounds, a shadowed plight,
I hold no grief, in love's pure light.
My love, a hawk, with skies to claim,
The less it boasts, the greater its name.
Embrace my love, let it's beauty mend,
Accept this gift, from a poet's end.
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