Some say that love is but a dream,
A figment of the mind,
But I have seen its beauty gleam,
In hearts that are refined.

For love can take on many forms,
From friendship to romance,
And when these two in union swarm,
The soul begins to dance.

So let the skeptics cast their doubt,
And let the cynics sneer,
For in true love, there is no drought,
Of passion, sweet and dear.

A bond of platonic may now grow,
In friendships pure and chaste,
Yet when the heart feels love's warm glow,
New beauty is embraced.

And though some may see them as opposed,
These loves that we can find,
I see them as a foil, composed,
Of two halves intertwined.

For true romantic love, you see,
A friendship deep and strong,
A bond that's built on honesty,
And trust that lasts so long.

So let the doubters have their say,
And let the naysayers cry,
For in my heart, I know the way,
Of love that will not die.