LIKE A SEED, NURTURED BY THE GENTLE RAIN

Like a seed, nurtured by the gentle rain,
Affection deepens, easing every pain.
Your gaze, a mirror, reflecting back my soul,
Igniting embers, making me whole.

The lotus blooms, a symbol of rebirth's grace,
Each petal unfolding, leaving no trace
Of the mud it rose from, a testament to rise,
Finding beauty even in the darkest skies.

As twilight descends, and shadows softly creep,
Our journey continues, while the world's asleep.
No pause for slumber, our spirits ever keen,
Passion's fire, a vibrant, eternal scene.

Not in some distant heaven, but here and now,
True love resides, a sacred, sacred vow.
A whispered prayer answered, a gift divine,
Your beauty rare, a masterpiece, truly thine.