Emberglow
477 Words
It wasn't fireworks, bright and bold, a sudden, dazzling flare,
No crashing waves, no stories told, of passion in the air.
Our love began as embers glowed, a slow and steady burn,
A quiet warmth, a gentle flow, a lesson we would learn.
No grand pronouncements, hearts ablaze, no promises untold,
Just quiet glances, shared gazes, a story to unfold.
A hesitant touch, a whispered word, a smile across the room,
A subtle language, softly heard, dispelling all the gloom.
We built our love on solid ground, on trust and gentle grace,
With patient steps, we moved around, in this familiar space.
No rushing tide, no tempest's rage, to sweep us off our feet,
But steady currents on life's stage, a rhythm calm and sweet.
The laughter shared, a gentle hum, a comfort soft and deep,
A quiet understanding come, while secrets we would keep.
The silences between us spoke, a language understood,
A bond unbreakable, bespoke, in solitude, imbued.
We learned each other's hidden ways, the quirks and gentle flaws,
The shadowed corners, sunlit days, and nature's guiding laws.
We celebrated small victories, and mourned each passing loss,
With empathy, and tender ease, and tender, gentle cross.
Our love was built on shared respect, on kindness, day by day,
A steady flame, a warm effect, that gently lit our way.
No grand gestures, bold and bright, no passionate display,
But quiet moments, pure delight, that brightened up our day.
We watched the seasons come and go, the changing of the leaves,
The silent snow, the gentle flow, the harvest that it weaves.
And through it all, our love remained, a constant, steady guide,
A gentle flame, that softly strained, against the turning tide.
It grew like roots beneath the soil, unseen, yet strong and deep,
A quiet strength, a patient toil, while secrets we would keep.
It blossomed slowly, flower by flower, a garden rich and rare,
A testament to love's sweet power, beyond all bounds of care.
The touch that once was hesitant, now lingers, warm and true,
A silent promise, heaven-sent, a love forever new.
The whispered words, once soft and low, now ring with deeper sound,
A bond unbreakable, we know, on hallowed, sacred ground.
It wasn't passion's fiery kiss, that set our hearts aflame,
But embers glowing, slow and bliss, a love that's all the same.
A steady burn, a quiet grace, a comfort warm and deep,
A love that time cannot erase, a promise we will keep.
And as the years continue on, our love will still endure,
A gentle flame, a rising dawn, forever strong and pure.
An emberglow, a quiet light, a love that's born to last,
A beacon shining, ever bright, a love that's meant to cast.
Its gentle warmth upon our hearts, throughout eternity,
A love that gently plays its parts, for all the world to see.
- Writer
