Simply us
There are loves that never touch the skin,
that dwell in the soul, deep and unyielding,
where words are the only caress,
and silence speaks louder than any embrace.
We have never held each other in the heat of desire,
no hands entwined, no bodies bound,
yet in the quiet of our hearts,
we have burned brighter than the stars
that knew no distance.
The world believes love is made of flesh,
of tender glances and warm nights,
but ours is forged in the unspoken,
in the space where we linger without needing to be seen.
In the chambers of time, we remain,
untouched, yet unbroken,
a love that has not withered in the absence of touch,
but has grown stronger in its quiet defiance
of the world’s expectations.
It is the love of knowing without knowing,
of feeling with a depth that no hands can measure,
a force that trembles the earth beneath us,
though no one has ever seen the tremor.
Ours is the strength of an eternal promise,
woven not in the fabric of touch,
but in the threads of thought,
and in the bond that exists when the world sleeps,
unaware of the love that burns,
undeniable, in the spaces between us.
