In the quietest hour of the night
when everything breathes without sound
love sits like a flame
sift and unwavering.

No words are spoken
no promises made
only a glance,a touch
and the knowing that it is enough.

Time fades
as fingers find each other
and hearts beat in the same rhythm
without hurry,without aim.

Love does not need to shout
it lives in the whisper of closeness
in the space between two souls
who choose to say.