I dipped my pen in the heavenly water,
Like a bow on the strings caressing the paper,
And in verses to paint love, joy,
In soft, sweet rhythms, like human dreams.

With every stanza my heart vibrates,
And in rhymes that flow, I find comfort and peace,
The words connect, like a sweet needle,
And in every verse, love settles down.

In nights of longing and dreams my feather dances,
On the white sheet, clean, like a waltz of stars,
And in every line hide heavy desires,
But also new hopes, what remains in the soul.

Thus, with pen dipped in holy heaven,
I write love poems, for happy hearts.
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