If they ask you to love in whispers when your heart beats like thunder, they are not your match.
If they demand a symphony when your love is a gentle hum, they are not your home.
Your love is not clay to be shaped by someone else’s hands.
It is iron—forged in fire, resilient and true—crafted to reflect your spirit, not their expectations.
Let it be loud. Let it be soft. Let it be yours. ❤️🙏

©️ Beatriz Esmer