In the hush between two heartbeats low,
Love plants seeds where wisdom grows—
Not in thunder, bold and wide,
But in the quiet where truths abide.
We speak in sighs we never sound,
Understanding in the silent ground.
It’s not the words, but what they mean—
The pauses tucked in lines unseen.
Love is not a fire alone,
But the ember\'s glow when you\'re walking home.
It holds your hand when you\'re not sure—
Strong, and soft, and steady, pure.
Wisdom whispers, not to win,
But asks with grace: “Where have you been?”
It listens more, and speaks the least,
Feeds the soul, and starves the beast.
The world is loud with “I” and “me,”
But truth begins in “us” and “we.”
No love survives with pride too tall—
Understanding starts when egos fall.
So read the eyes, not just the page,
Look past the mask, the grief, the age.
Hear what trembles beneath a voice—
That’s where hearts recall their choice.
Be the warmth, not just the light.
Forgive, forget—then hold on tight.
For love, when known, is not possessed,
It’s given whole, then multiplied and blessed.