In shadows cast by scarcity's embrace,
The hearts of the less fortunate, a sacred space.
Yet love's ember flickers, undeterred by plight,
For it knows not boundaries, nor day nor night.
In humble homes where hardships reside,
Hope and connection forever do abide.
Though struggles may cloud their sunlit skies,
Love's beacon within them steadfastly lies.
From threadbare cloth to dreams so grand,
Two souls find solace, hand in hand.
For love, unbound by material decree,
Blooms in hearts yearning to be free.
Through trials and tribulations they wade,
Their bond an anchor, never to fade.
For love's pure essence, profound and deep,
In every heart, its secrets keep.
Economic bounds do not define,
The fervent love that intertwines.
In whispered words and tender touch,
Love's magic flourishes, oh so much.
So let us cast away this notion untrue,
That poverty can love's dreams subdue.
For in the hearts of all who seek,
Love finds a way, its truth to speak.