Poem: Love

Love is a whisper, soft as the breeze,
A fleeting touch, a heart at ease.
It’s the warmth in a gaze, the calm in a storm,
A quiet shelter, where we are reborn.

It’s the gentle pulse of time slowing down,
The way two souls can lift from the ground.
It’s laughter shared in the still of the night,
And the way everything feels perfectly right.

Love is not perfect, it’s messy and true,
A dance of the heart, where both are renewed.
It’s falling, then rising, again and again,
Through the joy, the heartache, the loss, and the pain.

But through it all, it’s the brightest of light,
A fire that keeps burning, soft and bright.
Love is the reason we dare to dream,
A force so quiet, yet so supreme.

So let it grow, let it be free,
A thread that binds you and me.
For in love, we find both peace and grace—
A home, a haven, a sacred space.

Thank-you for reading.

Much love and Light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty