Our love flies on the wings of eternity,
not bound by time or distance,
but carried gently through moments
both quiet and loud.

It does not ask for proof,
nor beg for permanence-
it simply is,
like breath,like sky,
like the hush between heartbeats.

When the world forgets to be kind,
our love remembers.
It speaks in glances,
waits in silence,
holds without gripping.

No beginning,
no end-
only the steady flight
through all that we are.