Love is not the easy thing they say,
Not just whispers in the quiet of day.
It’s the touch of hands, the meeting of eyes,
A promise kept beneath star-filled skies.

It’s waking up to the morning light,
With someone’s heartbeat matching right,
It’s laughter that breaks a storm in two,
And silence that feels like a soft “I do.”

It’s the tears that fall when words can’t mend,
The courage found at the bitter end.
It’s breaking down and building new,
It’s choosing them...