Love is the prayer carried in birdsong, the hush of feathers against the morning light. It dwells in the heart like a collection of folded blessings, each one a tender bond of grace. In moments of stillness, love becomes a guide, navigating silence and sorrow, stitching together forgotten dreams. It balances opposites—fire and water, shadow and light—offering harmony where sadness lingers.

An artisan of hope, love builds bridges of forgiveness and paints vulnerability into the garden of the heart. It moves between glances, between quiet, stolen moments, planting seeds of renewal. Love remembers, reminding us that belonging is stitched into the fabric of our existence. It is the whispered ink of longing, the gentle touch awakening wonder, the flame that sets purpose alight.

And when uncertainty rises, love is the compass leading us home. It crowns resilience, reigning within the chest that quickens at its presence. Even when ache lingers, gratitude persists—for love knows no boundaries. It threads each soul into the vast tapestry of existence, a rhythm of grace moving through time.

©️ Beatriz Esmer