“In the Quiet of Your Eyes“

Love is not the lightning flash,
But the hush that follows rain,
Not the fire that loudly burns,
But the ember’s sweet refrain.

It’s the way the morning leans
Into your whispered name,
And how the world feels softer now—
Though everything’s the same.

It’s finding home in heartbeats,
A map drawn in a smile,
The warmth that threads through silence,
That makes the wait worthwhile.

It’s laughter tucked in coffee cups,
Hands brushing in a crowd,
A secret held in daylight,
That doesn’t need to shout.

It’s falling—not like stumbling,
But like stars when skies turn deep,
Effortless and certain,
Like breath you didn’t mean to keep.

Love, when you’re in love,
Is less a thing you chase or prove—
It’s simply how the world begins
And ends and moves…
With you.