For I have seen it used as a balm for loneliness, a mask for desire, a promise made with trembling lips and broken by trembling hands. I have heard it in songs that fade, in vows that shatter, in stories that end too soon. And yet, I have seen it manifest so rarely—like a rare bloom that only opens under the right moonlight.

Do not speak of it at all.

Most people do not understand that love is not a word to be spoken—it is a presence to be felt. It is the silence between two souls who understand each other without needing sound. It is the weight of a gaze that lingers, the warmth of a hand that stays, the quiet courage of choosing someone again and again.

Love is not found in declarations. It is found in devotion.

So let the world speak of love as it will. Let it echo and fade. But for those who truly know it, love will never be spoken—it will be lived.

©️ Beatriz Esmer