How Do You Spell LOVE

** Music and Lyrics ** ** The Left Hand Tree ** ------------------------------ How Do You Spell LOVE ------------------------------ ©TheLeftHandTree https://suno.com/@thelefthandtree https://hyperfollow.com/TheLeftHandTree https://open.spotify.com/album/0dNLhVioboz4FYt3IgULfL https://www.youtube.com/@thelefthandtree Thanks for stopping by and checking out the track. === You don’t spell it. It isn’t carved into stone, or sketched in chalk like something to memorise. It begins, instead, like rain kissing your skin cold, then warmer, dripping down, drenching you before you notice. Love isn’t the shape of letters, L, O, V, E scratched on a page. It’s your hand in mine on a quiet morning, fingers tangled, a knot no one can untie. It’s the silence that stretches after the fight, the soft weight of your name spoken in the dark, the way breath can bind two people closer than words ever could. It’s a glance across the room, the kind that tips the world sideways. It’s the laugh that spills out, unexpected, unguarded, sweet as champagne on a tongue too shy to say the word aloud. Love is steam rising from a shared cup, the scent of your coat in winter, a day so cold it nips at our faces, yet the warmth between us melts the frost. It’s not a word, but the weight of you in a moment that lingers like light through half-closed blinds. -- You can’t write it. You can’t bind it in ink or stone. It’s a flicker, a flame, a heartbeat caught in the quiet, where nothing else exists. How do you spell love? You don’t, you feel it. In the hush of the night, in the ache that won’t heal it. It’s the light in your eyes, the warmth in your hand a gift without words, just something to understand. Taste it in tears, hear it in laughter. A whisper of now, a promise of after. -- It’s the ache when they leave, the joy when they’re near. It’s the song of a kiss, the pulse you can’t hear. It’s the name you can’t speak, the light that won’t fade, a gift held so gently, and yet never made. Love isn’t a word but the way the air shifts when they walk into the room. It’s the flicker of an eyelid when they dream of you, the way their breath fills spaces you didn’t know were empty. It’s the tears wiped away before anyone sees, the quiet vow of children not yet born but already worth everything. It’s the ache of goodbye, the kiss that lingers like the last note of a song. It’s the space between a whisper and a kiss, the dimming of the light when you finally understand there’s no word that can hold this. So don’t try to spell it. Let it slip through your hands a bird freed from its cage. Feel it instead, in the hum beneath your skin, the fragile moment that exists between us, not to be spoken, but to be kept. -- You can’t write it. You can’t bind it in ink or stone. It’s a flicker, a flame, a heartbeat caught in the quiet, where nothing else exists. How do you spell love? You don’t, you feel it. In the hush of the night, in the ache that won’t heal it. It’s the light in your eyes, the warmth in your hand a gift without words, just something to understand. Taste it in tears, hear it in laughter. A whisper of now, a promise of after. -- Hold it, tender and fierce. Feel it, like a flame in your palm. Not a word, not a mark, but a heartbeat that’s never still. === ** Music and Lyrics ** ** The Left Hand Tree ** ------------------------------ How Do You Spell LOVE ------------------------------ ©TheLeftHandTree https://suno.com/@thelefthandtree