Love lamp
A shifting bloom, a gentle power.
Love of sleep, of rest, of art,
Love’s soft whisper fills the heart.
Wrapped in beauty, deep and true,
Each moment, Love finds something new.
In every feeling, soft or bold,
We’re cradled by Love’s endless hold.
Call it this, or call it that,
In every soul, Love finds its path.
Neither young nor ever old,
Love’s embrace—a timeless hold.