If Love Had a Voice
Why real love feels less like perfection and more like patience, forgiveness, and choosing each other anyway
If Love Had a Voice
If love could speak,
it wouldn’t be thunder or applause.
It would be the soft rustle of sheets
when someone waits up for you.
It would sound like laughter
when you say something silly,
and silence that feels safe
when there are no words left.
If love could be touched,
it wouldn’t be diamonds or roses.
It would be fingers tracing
the map of your tired face,
promising you are still beautiful
in the middle of your storms.
If love could be measured,
it wouldn’t be in months or anniversaries.
It would be in the moments
when they stay,
when they choose,
when they see every version of you
and do not turn away.
Love is not loud,
not perfect,
not always easy.
But it is real—
and that is enough.
About the Creator
shakir hamid
A passionate writer sharing well-researched true stories, real-life events, and thought-provoking content. My work focuses on clarity, depth, and storytelling that keeps readers informed and engaged.



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