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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the depth of the night, when the stars weave their silver web, a longing is born, a silent call, a sigh of the heart seeking solace in the dream of lost love. If we had love, graves would bloom beneath our steps, and the chill of winter would be but a pale memory, a forgotten dream under the gentle rays of spring. Words, unforgiving weapons, would transform into tender whispers, and deeds, sometimes cruel, would become protective hands, in a world where only love sings its hymn. Laughter, that bud of happiness, would blossom on faces, wiping away tears and sorrows, like a divine balm, in a world where only love sings its hymn. If we had love, we would share our bread, and our clothing, and the warmth of our hearts, with those who shiver in the cold indifference. Our souls would shine like angels, guiding lights on the path to eternity, in a world where only love sings its hymn. If we had love, we would see the beauty in everyone, sculpted by the divine hand, hidden under the veil of passions. God has placed priceless treasures within us, but we have buried them under the weight of sins, forgetting that the talent received must shine. But we no longer have love, we chase shadows, getting lost in the labyrinth of fleeting desires, and we forget that our time is a thin thread, which will break one day, leaving behind only memories. What we have sown in life, we will reap in eternity, and then, what will remain of us, if we did not have love? In the depth of the night, when the stars weave their silver web, a longing is born, a silent call, a sigh of the heart seeking solace in the dream of lost love. If we had love...
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