Love Expressed Through Small Gestures (Shakespearean Sonnet) Poem by ashok jadhav

No grand display proclaims the love I bear,
Yet every act betrays a faithful heart;
A folded note, a hand brushed through thy hair,
Small offerings in which true feelings start.
A cup of tea, prepared with tender care,
A gentle smile that greets thee every day;
These tiny tokens speak what words could spare,
And in their quiet way, refuse decay.
For love need not the thunder of the skies,
Nor blazing torch to prove its earnest flame;
It lives in simple deeds, in watchful eyes,
And finds eternity in acts the same.
Thus small gestures, soft, unmarked by fame,
Reveal a love eternal in its frame.