In the silence, love believes it grows,
As clear as morning dew, within a heart that glows.
Unspoken words, yet felt in the quiet,
A love so pure, sincere, and true, in its orbit.
Not impure, not hidden in shadows,
Love is pristine, untainted it follows.
In the tranquility of silence, it thrives,
Like a flower unfolding, beauty in our lives.
Hidden in the gaze of gentle eyes,
Genuine love, nothing compares, nothing denies.
Silence is not an empty void,
But a space where eternal love is deployed.
In quietness, a story unfolds without words,
Love with faith, like a spring that gushes and girds.
Not impure, but clean and divine,
Love is real, its value beyond any sign.
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