The Quiet Kind of Love

Love is not loud, it softly stays,
In silent looks and quiet ways.
It blooms in hands that gently hold,
In whispered truths, in stories told.

It lingers where the laughter hides,
And walks with us through changing tides.
A steady light, not burning bright,
But warm enough to guide the night.

No need for vows the stars can hear,Just presence when the path’s unclear.Through storm and calm, it stands so true,In every shade, in every hue.
Love lives not in grand display—But in the hearts that choose to stay.