The Echo of Love

Love is the whisper in the quiet night,
A touch so gentle, barely in sight.
It’s the warmth that lingers in the cold,
A story tender, yet so bold.

It’s the glance across a crowded room,
A fleeting smile that melts the gloom.
The way two hearts, in silence, speak,
In words unspoken, soft and meek.

Love is the strength when days are hard,
A shield, a balm, a silent guard.
It’s the tear that falls, not out of pain,
But for the joy that still remains.

It’s the memory of a hand once held,
A presence felt, though farewells spelled.
The echo of a voice that’s gone,
But in our hearts, it lingers on.

Love is the laughter shared in the rain,
The comfort found in mutual gain.
It’s the knowing glance, the shared breath,
A bond that lives beyond death.

And though it may fade, as all things do,
Love leaves a mark, forever true.
A timeless trace, a gentle sigh,
A part of us that’ll never die.