The Language of the Heart.
I may not find the words you seek, or speak in phrases clear,
But do not think for a single breath that you are not held dear.
For love is not just a spoken sound or a sentence neatly spun,
It's the way we sit in the golden glow of a fading summer sun.
It's the leaning in, the shared space, the rhythm our breath,
A quiet bond that carries weight and conquers every test.
I speak in the way I hold your hand, or the way I share my light,
In the steady, calm companionship that makes the world feel bright.
You listen with your ears alone, but try to hear with grace,
The symphony of stillness and the peace upon my face.
For in the silence between our souls, a deeper truth is known,
That being seen and being loved is a language all its own.
The Language of the Heart.
I may not find the words you seek, or speak in phrases clear,
But do not think for a single breath that you are not held dear.
For love is not just a spoken sound or a sentence neatly spun,
It's the way we sit in the golden glow of a fading summer sun.
It's the leaning in, the shared space, the rhythm our breath,
A quiet bond that carries weight and conquers every test.
I speak in the way I hold your hand, or the way I share my light,
In the steady, calm companionship that makes the world feel bright.
You listen with your ears alone, but try to hear with grace,
The symphony of stillness and the peace upon my face.
For in the silence between our souls, a deeper truth is known,
That being seen and being loved is a language all its own.
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