The quiet love Not in the grand halls of fame, Nor in the clamor of a name, But in the glance that softly stays, And lingers through the quiet days. No banners raised, no triumph won, No songs beneath the setting sun; Yet in the tilt, the quiet air, Lies love that binds without a care. What need for gold or fleeting fire, When depths of knowing never tire? A gaze that sees what none may know, And warms the heart in silent glow. O rarest gift, so light, so true, To be beheld as I am by you. No need to shine, no need to feign, For love has freed the soul from pain. | Quote by kirandeep passi