Words that grow in the heart, a silent art,
Like seeds planted deep, where emotions start.
With each passing moment, they gather strength,
A symphony of feelings, unspoken at length.

They bloom in the silence, tender and true,
Unveiling their beauty in shades of every hue.
Words that grow in the heart, a quiet refrain,
In the garden of emotions, they dance like the rain.

Some may be joyful, like a morning's first light,
Others may be heavy, like the depths of the night.
They're the language of love, of hope and despair,
Whispered to the soul, with a touch of rare flair.

These words, they mature, as seasons unfold,
In the warmth of affection or the chill of the cold.
They're the essence of life, the soul's work of art,
These words that grow in the heart.