My Lasting Minutes

In realms of warmth where feelings sway,  
Love dances through the night and day.  
A symphony that hearts compose,  
In every beat, the rhythm flows.

It’s whispers soft in twilight's ear,  
A bond that grows from year to year.  
Through storms and calm, it stands its ground,  
In every pulse, its beats resound.

With empathy it paints the skies,  
Reflecting depths of caring eyes.  
It’s giving without thought of gain,  
A balm that soothes the sharpest pain.

Yet, though I grasp love's tender theme,  
Its full expanse—a boundless dream.  
For every heart plays its own part,  
In love's great symphony, vast and smart.