They say love is a many splendor thing
The fireworks, bright lights, the biggest surprise
But I don’t think splendor is everything
Love is a silent lurker of the night

It is in the rainbow after the rain
It is in the words of a poet’s hand
It is in the moments that will remain
Unnoticed, until someone understands.

Love is in the thoughts of ‘how was your day?’
Your eyes, the way you light up when you smile.
Love is in the black, the white, and the gray
It is in the journey, it takes a while.

Love is in the music but nonetheless,
Love is also beautiful in silence.