Poem: Love Neverending

Love is not a fleeting flame,
Nor just a spark we fail to name.
It lingers in the softest air,
In whispered prayers and quiet care.

It blooms in eyes that meet and know,
In hands that hold, then let you go.
It’s in the spaces in between—
The words unsaid, the moments seen.

It does not end when voices fade,
Or when the sky turns dark with shade.
It moves through time, it bends, it stays,
A thread that winds through all our days.

Through storms and stillness, loss and gain,
It weathers joy, it weathers pain.
It echoes in a child’s first cry,
And lingers when we say goodbye.

It’s not confined to one brief life,
Or just to passion, peace, or strife.
It circles back, it finds a way—
Through every night, through every day.

So trust in love, its boundless art,
The quiet drumbeat of the heart.
It has no end, it has no start—
It simply is, in all, a part.

Thank-you for reading.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie