In every beat, a lover's tender part,
This sacred feeling, love, is a true art.

When shadows fall, and solace seems to start,
It shines within, a pure and guiding art.

Though worldly woes may tear the soul apart,
Love's gentle touch rebuilds, a healing art.

No greater wisdom can the sages impart,
Than selfless passion, love, a wondrous art.

So let my verses from my soul depart,
Proclaiming love, the soul's most noble art.