#elementsofus

My love isn’t loud, it doesn’t have to be,

I wear it proud for all to see.

It lives in looks, in quiet grace,

in stolen glances, soft embrace.

It lingers long when words grow few,

a steady fire, deep and true.

No need for thunder, flash, or flame -

it speaks each time I breathe your name.

It’s patient when the world turns fast,

it finds a way, it learns to last.

No show, no script, no grand parade -

just love that doesn’t shrink or fade.

And though the world may crave the loud;

I’ll love you soft, I’ll love you proud.

My love is still, like midnight lakes, it doesn't rise, it doesn't break.

But touch the surface, linger there - you'll feel how much I truly care.

It holds your shape when you lean in, each quiet thought, each softened grin.
I feel you even when you're far, a pull as constant as a star.

My arms aren't waves, they do not chase - but make for you a resting place.

Come lay your burdens next to mine, and lose the need to speak in line.

I know the depths you try to hide, the tides you tame, the waves you ride. And still, I wait - unchanged, aware, that loving you means being there.

There’s no performance, no disguise - just honest touch and open eyes.

So come to me when days grow long, my silence hums your favorite song.

You’ll find me calm, but never cold,

a body warm, a hand to hold.

My love is still - but never small;

it’s where you land, it’s where you fall.