Love is not just words we say,
But gentle acts we give each day.
It’s morning light through windows wide,
A silent smile, a hand by side.
It’s not in diamonds, not in gold,
But in the warmth when nights are cold.
A heartbeat calm, a breath that stays,
Through quiet storms and brighter days.
It grows not loud, but strong and deep,
In promises we choose to keep.
In patience, trust, and honest grace,
In finding home in one warm face.
So if you ask what love can be—
It’s everything, and it is free.
But gentle acts we give each day.
It’s morning light through windows wide,
A silent smile, a hand by side.
It’s not in diamonds, not in gold,
But in the warmth when nights are cold.
A heartbeat calm, a breath that stays,
Through quiet storms and brighter days.
It grows not loud, but strong and deep,
In promises we choose to keep.
In patience, trust, and honest grace,
In finding home in one warm face.
So if you ask what love can be—
It’s everything, and it is free.
Love is not just words we say,
But gentle acts we give each day.
It’s morning light through windows wide,
A silent smile, a hand by side.
It’s not in diamonds, not in gold,
But in the warmth when nights are cold.
A heartbeat calm, a breath that stays,
Through quiet storms and brighter days.
It grows not loud, but strong and deep,
In promises we choose to keep.
In patience, trust, and honest grace,
In finding home in one warm face.
So if you ask what love can be—
It’s everything, and it is free.
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