Love---only four words,
but within them, a world.
It is the quiet presence in an empty room,
the warmth of a hand resting in mine.
It is the way your eyes soften
when you speak my name,
the way my heart knows its place
whenever you are near.
No need for grand promises,
no need for forever spoken aloud.
In every glance, every touch,
the meaning is already there---
more than words could ever hold.
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