Where Love Sits Quiet

In the murmurs of beating hearts,
Love ignites a quiet flame—
Not in thunder or in triumph,
But recalling one soft name.

It does not rush like tempests,
Nor blaze like summer’s sun,
But whispers through the stillness
When all the cacophony is calm.

Beneath the moon’s slow rising,
Beside a flowing stream,
It walks in step with silence,
And breathes within an apocalyptic dream.

In the serenity of mountains,
Where moss gathered on stone,
Wind blows gently like—
Love flows in whispering tone.

Love exists in silence
It’s the source of inspiration,
It’s wrapped in stillness
With a journey in meditation.