A child’s laugh, a dandelion’s flight,
The first soft touch of morning light.
A hummingbird’s wings, a sigh in the breeze,
The rustling hush of autumn trees.

The way your fingers brush through mine,
The sweetness held in borrowed time.
Happiness hums in the simplest things,
In teacup warmth and sparrow wings.

The world may rush, the clock may race,
But joy is found in time’s embrace.
A fleeting glance, a quiet tune,
The silver glow beneath the moon.

Her name was a whisper,
drowned in the noise of my thoughts—
I could almost hear it,
but never quite enough.

Sky so blue,
we walk as one.

Wind so soothing,
our fingers brush.

Eyes so deep,
I couldn't return.
Or maybe,
loved, then lost.

Today feels
Different
And yet
At some point
It will feel
Like
Yesterday

They told me love was butterflies,
A spark, a flutter, a fleeting high.
I believed in hearts that race,
In passion’s sweet, relentless chase.
But time, the teacher, whispers low:
Love is more than feelings show.

Look at those who’ve walked the years,
Through laughter bright and silent tears.
Do they still feel the fevered thrill,
Or something deeper, stronger still?
There are days they fight, they ache,
When love seems almost a mistake.

Yet in the anger, in the rain,
In moments of the deepest pain,
Love remains, a quiet force,
A steady hand that charts the course.
Not just a feeling, wild and free,
But a choice, a will, a loyalty.

So love is more than what we feel,
It’s what we build, it’s what we heal.
Through storms and calm, through wrong and right,
It’s what we hold, through darkest night.
A bond, a vow, a sacred art—
To love when it’s hardest on the heart.