When the night folds in, love becomes light—

‎a lantern burning in places where sight fails.

‎It whispers that blindness is not emptiness,

‎but a faith stitched into the unseen.

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‎Each breath feels braided with another’s,

‎woven tight through ache and radiance,

‎through the storm and the stillness—

‎a fabric both fragile and unbreakable.

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‎Love charts no straight line.

‎It is a map inked with destinations and detours,

‎with roads that vanish, only to return again,

‎like rivers remembering their course.

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‎It is clear as a spring that sings to the earth,

‎yet sharp as thorns guarding their own beauty.

‎It teaches that tenderness and pain

‎are twin flames sharing one fire.

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‎And in the hidden places—

‎where devotion builds its quiet nest—

‎even the broken learn to rest in grace,

‎and even ruin can cradle resurrection.

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