Love's Tapestry ~Srimoyee Dutta For the nurturers, love blooms in gentle acts, A warm embrace that soothes life's bitter facts. For the whispers, it's secrets shared, Vulnerability bared, burdens unafraid. For the healers, love's a balm so sweet, Mending wounds with touch, ever so discreet. For the romantics, it's a whispered sigh, A stolen glance beneath a starlit sky. For the artists, it's a brush's stroke, Passion poured on canvas, every heart-felt spoke. For the playful souls, it's laughter's light, A spontaneous dance in pale moonlight. For the poets, it's sonnets penned in dew, Each verse a testament, forever true. For the warriors, it's the strength to fight, Side by side, bathed in love's eternal light. For the givers, it's a crimson rose, A token placed where affection softly glows. For the dreamers, it's whispered desires, Shared fantasies set ablaze by soul's own fires. For the adventurers, it'