Question

“The Shape of Love”

I found you once in the hush of spring,
When every breeze dared the flowers to sing.
Your laugh was sunlight, your touch was flame—
And all the quiet stars whispered your name.

But seasons turn, as all hearts know,
And even roses learn to let go.
Our days grew thin, our nights grew cold,
Love slipped away—its story told.

I wandered then through empty skies,
Tracing ghosts in strangers’ eyes.
Yet somewhere deep, beneath the ache,
A pulse remained that would not break.

And when I thought my heart was done,
Love found me again—in a gentler sun.
Not as fire, but as morning dew,
Soft, forgiving, honest, true.

Now I know love doesn’t stay the same—
It leaves, it learns, it finds new names.
But every ending, every start,
Redraws the map inside the heart.

Answer 1

This is lovely!