Low Love

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In shadows' embrace, where whispers roam,

A tale unfolds of love's quiet home.

A love that dwells in depths so deep,

Where secrets and sorrows eternally keep.

Low love it's called, a subtle flame,

Not bound by fame or fortune's name.

It blooms in places few dare explore,

Where wounded hearts ache evermore.

Beneath the surface of a quiet stream,

Two souls unite in a secret dream.

Their love, a melody in hushed refrain,

A silent dance, a tender pain.

No grand gestures or public display,

Just stolen glances in the light's soft ray.

A touch that lingers, a sigh in the breeze,

In low love's realm, no need to appease.

In crowded rooms, they find their way,

A word, a glance, enough to convey.

Their hearts' desires, their hidden fears,

In low love's haven, they shed no tears.

A love that's free from the world's cruel gaze,

No judgment, no expectations to amaze.

It's not the fireworks that light up the sky,

But the gentle flicker that never says goodbye.

Through stormy nights and endless days,

Low love endures, in its own quiet ways.

It's not the headlines that scream in bold,

But the whispered promises that never grow old.

In gardens hidden from prying eyes,

They tend to their love under moonlit skies.

Planting seeds of devotion in sacred soil,

Watered with tears and tender toil.

Low love thrives where few have tread,

In the space between the words unsaid.

It's a treasure shared by just a few,

A world of its own, forever true.

So don't overlook the quiet hearts,

Whose love ignites in hidden parts.

For in the depths where emotions flow,

Low love burns bright, a steady glow.