Love

By T

Love, when it is right,

does not arrive with thunder,

nor demand we bleed to prove it real.

It settles in the chest like breath,

as natural as morning light.

It is the gentle knowing

that someone sees you whole

and chooses you still.

It is safety disguised as laughter,

happiness carried in the smallest moments,

the brush of a hand,

the sound of your name spoken softly,

a silence that feels like sanctuary.

Love, when it is kind,

teaches that to be held is not to be caged,

but to be free inside another’s trust.

It is the softest certainty:

that joy can be simple,

that peace can be shared,

that the heart was always meant to rest here.

And in that resting,

we finally learn;

to love and be loved well

is the safest,

happiest thing this world can offer.

By T