Whispers the Heart Never Speaks

I walk through my days like a quiet river humming a secret love song,

And I keep my journeys close like shy fireflies glowing only for my longing.

My love sleeps in my heart like a rose folded softly inside a cherished book,

Breathing its fragrance in silence, pale as a moon hiding behind a drifting cloud.

I guard my joy like a small bird nesting in a corner only my heartbeat can reach,

And I smile in silence like a warm sunbeam slipping through a lonely window.

Some dreams bloom best like wildflowers rising in valleys where no feet go,

For love is fragile and precious, in the hands of an unkind world, like a trembling butterfly’s wing.