Love is not built in straight lines.
It grows in curves,in unexpected turns,
in spaces where the air feels lighter.
It has no single foundation- only layers
of moments that hold one another in place.
Some are fragile,like thin glass
catching the morning light.
Others are strong,like beams worn
smooth by years of touch.

It is not a perfect architecture.
Walls lean,doors stay open,
windows are never locked.
It sways in storms but refuses to fall.
The beauty lies not in its symmetry,
but in the way it shelters both silence and laughter,
and always leaves room for one more heartbeat.