Love doesn’t die like fire in the wind.
It fades like warm coals turning cold
softly, without a sound.
It wilts like leaves in a garden no one cares for,
where kind words are never spoken,
and silence grows like weeds.
It gets lost in the fog of feeling forgotten,
in mornings without smiles,
in nights where no one asks, “How was your day?”
It slowly disappears
when “Good morning” is missing,
and “I love you” is never said.
But when we meet someone
who lights up our soul,
who helps our dreams wake up
then love blooms,
not like a single flower,
but like a whole field
of everything we can become.