In quiet corners, love resides,
No words to speak, no need to hide.
A glance, a touch, a tender sigh,
The silent love that won't deny.
In stillness, hearts can understand,
Without the need to hold a hand.
A gentle look, a fleeting glance,
This quiet love is not by chance.
No need for grand and spoken lines,
It's in the space between, it shines.
A secret language, soft and true,
Silent love that speaks of you.
Though words may never leave the lips,
It's felt within, through fingertips.
In silence, love finds its own way,
And grows more deeply every day.
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