Modern Love, Gentle Flame

Modern Love, Gentle Flame

In a world of screens, where silence scrolls,
Love still whispers through unspoken souls.
Not in letters sealed with trembling hand,
But in quick replies we both understand.

Caring is not the roses bought,
It’s checking in when the day feels fraught.
It’s “Did you eat?” at the edge of night,
It’s sharing memes to keep hearts light.

Love is patience in a crowded call,
Two voices tangled, yet hearing it all.
It is typing, deleting, then choosing to send,
A truth too fragile to let pretend.

Modern love wears no crown of gold,
It’s found in stories, again retold.
It lives in courage, small yet vast,
A steady present, a gentle past.

And caring is not just words that glow,
It’s standing still when the tempers grow.
It’s giving space, but never away,
It’s holding on in a softer way.

So let the ages shift, the cities rise,
Love will adapt, but never disguise.
In every era, the truth remains—
A caring heart is what sustains.