Love is in the air, so light,
Drifting softly, out of sight.
In whispered winds and skies so blue,
It paints the world in gentler hue.
It swirls in laughs, in passing glances,
In quiet dreams and bold romances.
It clings to dawn, in golden rays,
And lingers through the dusky haze.
It’s in the bloom of late September,
In songs the soul will long remember.
It hums in hearts, both near and far,
A silent wish on every star.
No need for words, no grand affair,
Just open hearts—it’s everywhere.
A spark, a smile, a breath, a stare—
Oh yes, my dear, love’s in the air.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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A beautifully tender and uplifting ode to love’s quiet, omnipresent magic. You’ve captured its gentle, all-encompassing nature perfectly.