Love is like a whisper: soft and near,
A spark that shines without fear.
Its laughter caught between two breaths,
A quiet place where fear forgets.
It’s morning light: warm on the skin,
A secret smile, a world within.
It’s stolen glances, hidden sighs,
A song that lingers, never dies.
Its fingers tangled, holding tight,
the pull of stars in endless night.
It’s hearts that beat in quiet tune,
A dance beneath the watching moon.
It’s wild and gentle, fierce and kind,
a rhythm felt but never timed.
Love is a whisper, sweet and true,
a silent promise: I see you.
