In the quiet of the evening’s glow,
A love so small begins to grow.
It whispers softly in the night,
A tender touch, a gentle light.
Like morning dew on blades of grass,
This love is delicate, yet vast.
It blooms within a hidden heart,
A masterpiece of simple art.
Beneath the stars, in moonlit beams,
It dances lightly through our dreams.
A fleeting glance, a knowing smile,
Makes every moment feel worthwhile.
Though it may seem too small to see,
This love is all it needs to be.
For in its quiet, gentle way,
It fills our hearts with joy each day.