Village Love Pt2



In fields of green where rivers flow,

A love in villages starts to grow.

Beneath the moon's soft silver gleam,

A tender bond, a heartfelt dream.


Amidst the hills and ancient trees,

Love's whispers float upon the breeze.

With honesty and pure intent,

Two souls in harmony are meant.


No city lights to blind their sight,

Just starlit skies that guide the night.

In simple joys, their hearts entwine,

With laughter, trust, and love divine.


The villagers, a caring throng,

Rejoice in love, a chorus strong.

Their support, a sacred thread,

That weaves a tapestry of red.


Through seasons' dance and passing years,

Their love endures, conquering fears.

For in this village, love has grown,

A treasure that they call their own.


So let's embrace this village love,

Sent down from skies and stars above.

In its embrace, we find our worth,

A love that thrives on all the earth.


      Burton D'poet

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