The war claimed talented young Ukrainian poetess from Buchi, Inella Ognyeva. Here’s one of her last poems (translated into English) that she shared on FB:

I think love is not about flowers…
Not the moon walking at night…
Love is watching the kids like this
Sleeping quietly on his shoulder…
Love does not come in beautiful gifts
And not even in loving words…
Not in passionate sweet kisses,
And in the shining, caring eyes…
Love in a cup of warm tea,
In endurance, the skilled will speak…
In what we so rarely notice
And we often forget to say…
Love is not in her slim state,
And in the changes on the corners of the eye…
Love is not what is on the screen,
And deep in the souls of two people…
Love is in conflict and forgiveness,
In mistakes, even the skilled will forgive…
Love is not a moment one inspiration, –
It’s eternity that teaches us to wait…
Wait until we’re wiser,
Because youth will fade away with years…
And will remain in the heart much more…
The caring, the family, the silent…
Love in gray on silver temples,
In wrinkles and in a quiet hoarse…
In the hands of caring busy hands,
Consistently the warmest in life…