Love is a whisper, soft in the night,
A flicker of flame, a tender light.
It lingers in glances, in words unspoken,
In hearts that heal when the world feels broken.
Love is a river, calm yet deep,
It sings in the silence, it sighs in sleep.
It’s the ache, the joy, the endless flight,
The secret wish in the falling night.
But then there’s my love, a wilder thing,
A storm, a dawn, a bird on wing.
It knows no measure, it holds no name,
A roaring fire, an untamed flame.
My love is laughter when tears arise,
A sunburst cutting through stormy skies.
It’s a thousand songs and a single word,
A silent promise forever heard.
Love is the air, the earth, the sea,
And my love — oh, it’s the heart of me.
It grows, it breaks, it soars, it stays,
A constant light through life’s strange maze.
So take this heart, both wild and true,
For love is love, and mine is you.
