The Endless Lexicon of Love
Love is not a single sound,
Nor bound by words that time has found.
It shifts, it breathes, it grows anew,
In every heart, in every hue.
From whispered vows to battle cries,
In fleeting looks, in endless skies.
It bends like wind, it stands like stone,
A fire bright, yet softly known.
Though tongues may change and voices cease,
Love speaks beyond, it does not lease.
And when our words have turned to dust,
Love will remain—for love is us.
