Love

Love Love is not a word It is the spark that turns silence into music It is not a touch It is the thread stitching two hearts into one It is not a glance It is the map leading us to hidden truths Love is not a fire It is the warmth that lingers long after the flames It is not an ending It is the echo that carries us into forever Love is not a word It is the spark that turns silence into music The quiet hum beneath the notes you never knew you heard It is not a touch It is the thread stitching two hearts into one Unseen yet pulling tighter the seams that hold us close Love is not the fire It is the warmth long after the flames Not the ending, but the echo The echo carrying us into forever Love is not a glance It is the map, the compass etched inside Leading us to truths we hid The ones we could not say Love is not the fire It is the warmth long after the flames Not the ending, but the echo The echo carrying us into forever And if you reach you'll find it Not in words, not in sparks But in the quiet moments The thread, the map, the warmth Love never fades, it folds, it shames It carries on It carries on Love is not the fire It is the warmth long after the flames Not the ending, but the echo The echo carrying us into forever It carries on It carries on It carries on It carries us It carries us Into forever