Where there is love, the silence sings,

A hush that holds the weight of wings,

No need for words, no need for more-

Just hearts that open like doors.

Where there is love, the storm stands still,

Its fury softened by gentle will,

The sky, once torn, begins to mend,

And every wound finds time to mend.

Where there is love, the hours slow down,

Each moment wears a golden crown,

The rush recedes, the noise grows dim,

And life becomes a sacred hymn.

Where there is love, contentment grows,

Like petals kissed by evening’s rose.

Peace settles in the quiet air,

A promise kept, a soul laid bare.

So let love lead, and you will find

A world more tender, more aligned.

For where love lives, the heart is free-

And all becomes as it should be.

A Poem by Peter
Books By Peter LLC. Date: September 4th .2025
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