[Verse 1] I used to think love was a wildfire, A crash of thunder in the dark, Something loud enough to save me, Something bright enough to mark Every broken room inside me, Every silence I concealed— But love arrived much quieter Than anything I’d ever dreamed. [Pre-Chorus] Not a promise carved in stone, Not a voice that overpowers— Just a hand that stays beside me In my weakest, shaking hours. [Chorus] Love sounds like support When my spirit starts to bend, Like compassion in the pauses Where I don’t know how to mend. It sounds like courage To be honest when I’m bruised, And intuition softly whispering: “You don’t have to lose yourself to be loved.” [Verse 2] I spent years translating distance As proof that I was hard to hold, Built defenses out of memories, Learned to survive by growing cold. But love kept asking gentle questions I was frightened to receive: “What if being fully seen Isn’t something you should fear?” [Pre-Chorus] Maybe love is not possession, Not the hunger, not the ache— Maybe love is being witnessed Without needing to escape. [Chorus] Love sounds like support When the night won’t let me sleep, Like compassion reaching inward To the places buried deep. It sounds like courage To unravel and stay true, And intuition softly saying: “The safest place you’ll find is inside you.” [Bridge] And maybe I am still learning How to sit with who I am, How to stop mistaking chaos For a kind of romance. Because love was never screaming, Never asking me to hide— It was the quiet recognition That I could finally survive my own mind. [Final Chorus] Now love sounds like support, Like a steady, patient light, Like compassion for the version of me Still healing every night. It sounds like courage To become somebody new, And intuition like a heartbeat Leading me back to truth. [Outro] What does love sound like? Not noise. Not fear. Just the softest voice saying: “You are safe here.”
