A hush descends,the world turns slow,
as if it waits for us to breathe.
The sky leans close,in twilight's glow,
and wraps our hearts beneath.

No wind,no sound-just you and I,
in pause before the skies ignite.
The storm may stir the trembling sky,
but here,our calm feels right.

Your hand in mine,a whispered vow,
unspoken yet so warm.
I'd brave a thousand tempests now,
to hold you through the storm.

So let the thunder make its claim,
and let the wild winds swarm-
For love was born without a name,
in silence.....just before the storm.