“love”

Love is a lantern in the hush of night,  
A golden hush beneath the trembling moon;  
A quiet hand that holds you in the light,  
A melody that hums a silver tune.  

It blooms in coffee steam at morning’s rise,  
And trails in breadcrumbs left for birds to find;  
It glimmers in the laughter in your eyes,  
And lingers in the corners of the mind.  

Love is the gentle mending of a seam,  
A promise whispered when the world feels rough;  
A secret shared, a softly waking dream—  
A patchwork quilt, of hopes and edges, slough.  

It roots itself in everyday embrace,  
In patient words, in time, in open space.

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