They do not chase, they do not shout,
Their luv is quiet, strong, devout.
No masks to wear, no games to play,
They give, nd gently walk away.

They feel da world wid open skin,
Their softness kept tucked deep within.
Not made for crowds or clever shows,
They bloom where fewer flowers grow.

They speak in truths, not practiced lines,
Nd read da space between da signs.
But in a world that runs from real,
Such hearts are hard for some to feel.

They’re not da flame that blinds da eyes,
But like da moon in patient skies
They glow for those who wait, not rush,
For those who stay when all grows hush.

They hold your hand when words fall short,
They stay when silence gives no sport.
But when luv feeds on fast nd loud,
Da gentle fade behind da crowd.

They give da kind that doesn't bend,
Not just a lover, but a friend.
Yet those who seek da easy thrill
May miss da hearts that luv until.

Nd so they sit wid dreams half-said,
Wid books unopened by their bed.
Not bitter, no… bt quietly worn,
By all da ways they've been forlorn.

But oh… if luv were brave nd wise,
It'd look not in da brightest eyes,
But in da hearts that always knew
What luv could be, if luv were true.

So let them walk alone awhile,
Wid softest strength nd gentlest smile.
For one day luv may turn its head
nd see da ones it left unfed.
                                                             By:- KANISHK