This is what love is truly meant to leave behind
after the closeness,
after the gentle storm of two souls colliding.
But sometimes…
the moment slips away too quickly,
like breath on glass
vanishing before it can be held.
And what's left?
Not warmth.
Not fullness.
Just a whisper…
echoing that something wasn't quite right.
Tiny missteps linger in the shadows,
unseen, unnamed
yet they take away from the moment,
shortening what could have been everlasting.
But if we acknowledge those shadows,
if we approach them with care,
softly understand, gently mend…
Then love begins to expand,
to linger,
to breathe a little deeper.
And in that stillness,
two hearts once searching
finally find
a place of quiet wholeness,
of tender peace…
Content.
Complete.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem