When the night folds in, love becomes light—
a lantern burning in places where sight fails.
It whispers that blindness is not emptiness,
but a faith stitched into the unseen.
Each breath feels braided with another’s,
woven tight through ache and radiance,
through the storm and the stillness—
a fabric both fragile and unbreakable.
Love charts no straight line.
It is a map inked with destinations and detours,
with roads that vanish, only to return again,
like rivers remembering their course.
It is clear as a spring that sings to the earth,
yet sharp as thorns guarding their own beauty.
It teaches that tenderness and pain
are twin flames sharing one fire.
And in the hidden places—
where devotion builds its quiet nest—
even the broken learn to rest in grace,
and even ruin can cradle resurrection.
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