Baskadia

In a world so vast, where hearts may roam,

There lies a secret, to call your own.

It's a dance of souls, a gentle art,

A journey of connection, where love imparts.

To love, my friend, is to truly see,

Beyond the surface, what could be.

It starts within, a flame that grows,

A selfless act, that only love knows.

First, learn to love yourself, it's true,

Embrace your flaws, your essence too.

For when you're whole, and love your core,

You'll radiate a light, forevermore.

Next, open your heart, let others in,

With empathy and kindness, let love begin.

Listen with intent, be present and aware,

For love requires attention, to truly care.

To love is to give, without expectation,

To nurture and support, without hesitation.

Small acts of kindness, like seeds you sow,

Will blossom and flourish, and love will grow.

But love also needs patience, like a gentle breeze,

For it takes time to build, and mend, and appease.

Through ups and downs, and laughter and tears,

Love perseveres, and eases all fears.

So, my friend, embrace the art of love,

With compassion, grace, and skies above.

For in the end, it's love that truly thrives,

And in our hearts, forever it survives.

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