maybe a word,

Love maybe a word, A thread that weaves our lives together. It whispers in silence, yet echoes forever. Four letters, Binding what we feel, what we seek. It stretches beyond the fleeting moments, A presence we carry, quiet yet unique. Love is like the sea, It rises and falls, endlessly free. Through calm waters and raging storms, It’s always there, taking countless forms. It’s a vibration, a rhythm, a sound, A space we find when the world spins around. Even in emptiness, it lingers still, A force unseen, bending to our will. "When love fades, it’s never gone, It hides in shadows, waiting to dawn. A mirror of truth, reflecting our past, Building a bridge to a future that lasts." Love is like the sea, It rises and falls, endlessly free. Through calm waters and raging storms, It’s always there, taking countless forms. Love is a word, Not just spoken, but felt, A connection we build, a truth we’ve dealt. It lingers, it grows, it breaks and mends, A journey that starts, but never ends.