Follow your heart

THUS, IT MUST BE LOVE

“Morning broke gently, as if painted by a delicate hand. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the stillness, weaving a quiet intimacy that only dawn could bring. The pages of a well-loved book lay open before me, words whispering secrets of times long past. My pen hovered over the diary, caught between the present and the weight of emotions longing to be expressed”.

Thus, it must be love—a tender, fleeting flame,

A melody spun from the fabric of dreams.

Restless yet gentle, it lingers on the edge of thought,

Whispering truths where silence once held sway.

Like sunlight tracing shadows on a waking wall,

It is both fragile and eternal,

A promise unspoken, yet deeply known.

Feelings once forged in stone now yield to time’s caress,

And scattered leaves murmur stories long forgotten.

I, unaware of love’s deft hand,

Awoke to its rhythm in the quiet warmth of a morning cup—

An ache, a joy, a binding thread.

Let us inscribe it, I whispered to the dawn,

For love, like the first breath of day,

Must never fade from memory.