Two souls met on a gentle day,
Not swept by rush, not led astray,
Their hearts spoke softly, their eyes were kind,
A calm connection, rare to find.
No borrowed fire, no hurried touch,
Just knowing smiles that said so much,
They sat with time, let moments breathe,
Found joy in what they didn’t seize.
Words fell light like falling rain,
Healing old and unseen pain,
Respect stood firm, a sacred line,
Guarding love, so pure, so fine.
In an age of haste and fleeting ties,
Where depth is lost, and patience dies,
They chose stillness, truth, and grace,
Letting souls, not bodies, embrace.
That Valentine, so softly lived,
Gave more than passion ever gives,
Unforgettable, serene, and true,
A love that stayed—and gently grew.
Praveen Gola
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