Love is not always some grand gesture,
roses red and violets blue.
Sometimes love is a gentle touch,
the wiping away of a tear,
the listening to whispered fears in the darkness.
Sometimes love is a hand held tightly,
a shared moment of beauty, of compromise and forgiveness.
Small gestures that mean more than the greatest of treasures to two trusting hearts.
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True love isn’t the stuff of romance novels or roller coasters. You captured the essence of a mature and enduring love!
Thank you. Mature love is the best of all. ❤️