There is a silence deeper than the word,
a place where hearts converse
without a sound,
where what is felt is truer than what's heard,
and love within love quietly is found.

Beyond the first embrace,
the trembling kiss,
beneath the surface of lover's gaze,
there lies s stillness neither joy nor bliss,
but something steadier that does not blaze.

It is the echo left when passion sleeps,
the thread that holds when everything must part,
a vow unspoken,yet the one that keeps
its place,unshaken,in the trembling heart.

Not all that burns is what will ever stay-
some love are roots,and never drift away.