By JH Sayyar
In silent hours when stars begin to gleam,
The world is wrapped in slumber's shroud,
I feel love's pulse, a soft and golden beam,
That breaks the hush, no one speaks aloud.
No touch, no voice, yet still the current flows,
A warm unseen that stirs my waiting core—
As moonlight kisses petals of the rose,
So love arrives through solitude's closed door.
It hums within the chambers of the soul,
A thread that binds through time and space
Though I am one, I feel the greater whole,
And sense a heart that beats in some far place.
Though all alone, I am never truly bare—
Love’s silent song still trembles in the air.
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