In the quiet corners of our shared silence,
Where words dare not tread, yet hearts intertwine,
A language of affection blooms without sound,
Binding us with threads unseen, yet profound.

Your gaze, a tender whisper in the night,
Speaks volumes of love, of trust, and of light,
No need for grand gestures or loud declarations,
For your presence alone is my heart’s salvation.

Fingers brush like feathers on a morning dew,
Each touch a promise, each caress anew,
In the space between breaths and sighs, we find,
A symphony of love, serenely aligned.

Together, in this dance of gentle affection,
We navigate the world with quiet reflection,
For in the silent embrace of our connection,
Lies the purest form of love’s perfection.