In the days gone by, love was a gentle breeze,
Whispering secrets beneath the old Mango trees.

Hearts intertwined in silence so serene and sweet,
Unspoken, never displayed, yet their bond is complete.

Now love is nothing but a fleeting display,
On screens and clicks where emotions fade away.

A “like”, a “comment”, a filter alluring and bright,
True feelings are hidden from the dazzling light.

Words once tender, now are lost in haste,
A love that's shared, but is not embraced.

The touch of hands, the warmth of a gaze,
Now lost in the ever-growing digital maze.

Hearts that once sang in euphonic harmony true,
Now sing only for an audience, not me and you.

Why are we in the search for validation and fame?
Why do we forget love’s true, timeless flame?

Oh, dear souls, let’s take a breath and pause and see,
Love’s value lies in what’s not on display, but free.

In moments shared, in bonds, we hold tight,
True love is felt, wholly in the quiet of night.

Love, in its purest form, doesn’t need applause,
It thrives in truth, without any cause or laws! 

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