When The Love Is Honest
When The Love Is Honest
When the love is honest, it's a clear spring,
Reflecting truth in every ripple's gleam.
A sturdy oak that weathers every sting,
Roots deep in the soil of mutual esteem.
It's an open book with pages pure,
No ink of lies to mar its pristine sheets.
A lighthouse beam, unwavering and sure,
Guiding ships through stormy heartbeat fleets.
When love is honest, it's a golden key,
Unlocking hearts, setting spirits free.
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