Love lives where the light leans low on the leaves,
where the wind writes poems across quiet seas.
It hums in the honey of morning air,
a sacred softness the soul can wear.
Your presence rises like dawn through the dew,
painting the sky in shades of you.
Rivers remember the rhythm of grace,
carving devotion through time and space.
I hear your name in the language of trees,
spoken in roots and carried by breeze.
Petals unfold like prayers in the sun,
teaching the heart how two become one.
Love is a mountain breathing in stone,
ancient and patient, never alone.
It grows like forests from seeds unseen,
tending the wild places in between.
Your spirit flows like a luminous stream,
washing the world in a waking dream.
Every star trembles in silent praise,
for hearts that rise to the higher ways.
So let us wander where wildflowers sing,
where earth and eternity quietly cling.
For love is the garden the universe sows –
and through us, its endless beauty grows.
