Whispers of Love

Whispers of Love

Love is not a fleeting flame,
nor a whisper lost in time.
It lingers soft, yet fierce in name,
a melody in hearts that rhyme.

It’s in the hush of midnight sighs,
the gentle touch, the knowing glance,
the echo of two longing eyes,
locked within a silent dance.

It weaves through storms, unbowed, unbent,
a beacon in the darkest sea.
Not just a moment, but time well spent,
a home where souls are meant to be.

And though the years may steal the fire,
turn passion into embered light,
love still hums a sacred choir,
glowing softly through the night.