Whispers Of Love Poem by Natasa To

Whispers of Love



Love is not thunder,

but the quiet rain

softly stitching earth to sky.



It is the way your hand

finds mine in silence,

and the world feels whole again.



It is in the small things—

the glance that lingers,

the smile that carries me home,

the breath between our words.



Love is endless,

not because it lasts forever,

but because, in each heartbeat,

it feels new.



And in you,

I have found a universe

where I never grow tired

of beginning again.