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Love is not limited to words

whispered vow

By Moharif YuliantoPublished about a month ago 2 min read
Love is not limited to words
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Love is not limited to words, a fleeting, whispered vow,

It's not a sonnet penned in haste, or promises somehow.

Love's language speaks in actions, deeds that touch the soul,

A silent symphony that makes the heart feel whole.

It's in the quiet glances, a knowing in the eyes,

A shared understanding that transcends spoken lies.

A hand held tight in moments dark, a comfort ever near,

A silent promise whispered, dispelling doubt and fear.

Love's in the morning coffee, brewed just the way you like,

A simple gesture, speaking volumes, setting the day alight.

It's holding back a harsh retort, when anger starts to rise,

Choosing kindness over conflict, with love in gentle eyes.

Love's in the space you give them, to dream and to explore,

The trust that sets them free, to reach for what's in store.

It's celebrating victories, big or small they may seem,

A silent cheering section, a love that's on their team.

Love's in the tears you wipe away, without a single word,

A shoulder to lean on, a haven when comfort's unheard.

It's picking up the pieces, when life throws them a curve,

A love that's steadfast, unwavering, a constant, watchful nerve.

Love's in the late-night conversations, secrets whispered low,

A vulnerability shared, a bond that helps you grow.

It's listening intently, to joys and hidden fears,

A love that offers solace, drying away the tears.

Love's in the sacrifices made, without a second thought,

Putting someone else's needs, above what you have sought.

It's forgiveness freely given, for errors and mistakes,

A love that understands, and mends what heartache breaks.

Love's in the way you look at them, a fondness ever bright,

A spark that ignites passion, even in the fading light.

It's letting go of judgment, accepting flaws and all,

A love that sees their beauty, before a single flaw can fall.

Love's not a grand display, of fireworks and fanfare,

It's in the mundane moments, a love that's always there.

It's picking up their groceries, even when you're feeling worn,

A love that shows its essence, in the battles fought and born.

Love speaks in acts of service, a helping hand so true,

A willingness to go the distance, to see them safely through.

It's celebrating milestones, big and small they may be,

A love that finds the magic, in life's tapestry.

So let your actions be your voice, let love in deeds reside,

For whispers fade with time, but actions will confide.

Love's a language far profound, than spoken words can claim,

It's felt in every gesture, a love that breathes your name.


About the Creator

Moharif Yulianto

a freelance writer and thesis preparation in his country, youtube content creator, facebook

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Comments (2)

  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a month ago

    This was so wonderful. Loved your poem!

  • Esala Gunathilakeabout a month ago

    Amazingly done. Loved your work.

Moharif YuliantoWritten by Moharif Yulianto

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