Affection

Affection—
the quiet hymn of the heart,
unspoken, yet fluent,
weaving through the spaces between us
with threads more delicate than silk,
binding soul to soul.

Affection—
arrives softly, like the first blush of dawn,
its golden light spilling over the horizon,
enfolding us in its serene embrace.
It dances in shared laughter,
a spark igniting joy that lingers,
a silent echo in the chambers of memory.

Affection—
takes root in warm embraces,
anchoring us in the certainty of belonging.
In tender words, it moves with grace,
mending the unseen fissures
etched by the trials of time.

Affection—
is never loud, never insistent.
It whispers like the wind through autumn leaves,
subtle, yet full of presence.
It is the gentle touch upon a shoulder,
a glance that holds understanding,
an unspoken promise:
even in silence, you are held.

Affection—
like sunlight stirring life from slumber,
seeps into the soil of the soul,
awakening dormant seeds to bloom,
breathing warmth
into the frostbitten corners of being.

Affection—
thrives in the ordinary moments
that bear extraordinary weight—
the softening of eyes at a loved one's sight,
the rise of laughter, bright and uncontainable,
a quiet testament to love's enduring presence.

Affection—
asks for no grandeur.
It dwells in the unnoticed,
where love quietly rests,
shaping the world
into something gentler, something kinder,
its touch a balm for weary hearts.

Affection—
lingers in memory like the fragrance of spring,
a golden thread interwoven
into the fabric of our days,
binding us, softly, to one another—
stitching light into the seams of our being.

MyKoul