When Love Begins to Sing

Love is a game two souls can play, and both bloom like sunrise and win,

A quiet hymn trembling in moonlight, soft as jasmine on warm skin.

Love, two lanterns holding the same flame, glowing with a single light.

Nobody has ever measured how much a tender heart can hold,

For love stretches wider than oceans, beyond every story told.

At love’s first touch, even silence learns to rhyme and gently float,

For the shy become singers, and the wounded become poets in their throat.