AFFECTION? (Rasamindrakotroka Andry Tiana)

Affection—a gentle, tender art,
That binds together heart to heart;
Not born of blood, nor shaped by desire,
But flowing through the human spirit entire.

A breath of empathy, clear and true,
That helps each soul its path pursue;
It lights the bonds that people share,
And makes life’s finest pathways fair.

Affection, between two souls sincere,
Becomes a treasure held most dear;
An unseen thread that time refines,
And daily crowned by respect that shines.

Through differences, it weaves its grace,
Grows ever strong, none can replace;
It lives, it builds, it freely flows,
And neither deceives nor binds in throes.

Affection—the mark of a faithful heart,
Reveals a spirit set apart;
Without pretence or hollow guise,
It carries truth that never lies.

It leads the way to noble deeds,
And stands firm through life’s storms and needs;
Amid the tempests, it remains,
A soothing balm for hidden pains.

Affection—a bond both pure and sound,
That lifts the soul and heals what’s wound;
It joins all beings, far and near,
In harmony both strong and clear.

It lights the road of human days,
Softening grief in quiet ways;
A gentle balm, yet vital still,
That shapes the world with kinder will.

Affection must on virtue stand,
On values firm that time has planned:
Sincerity, loyalty, empathy true,
And deep respect in all we do.

RASAMINDRAKOTROKA Andry Tiana,
07 June 2025
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