Love

Whispers of Love

Love is not the thunder’s roar,

Nor the crashing of the sea—

It’s the whisper in the quiet night,

A bond that sets us free.

It’s the hand that lingers softly,

When the world feels dark and cold,

A fire burning ever gently,

A story yet untold.

Love is found in stolen glances,

In laughter that we share,

In moments lost but never wasted,

In knowing someone cares.

It’s not just words or grand gestures,

But the silence understood,

A promise kept without being spoken,

A heart that beats for good.

Love is fragile, yet unyielding,

A river carving stone,

A force that bends but never breaks,

A light that guides us home.