In The Maze of LOVE

Deep within the lush jungle of thought,
I wonder—how does love begin to burn?
Perhaps when two longing souls
Find each other in the hush of night,
Entwined in the warmth of tender arms,
Where surrender is not weakness,
But a sacred offering.

Their hearts, now echoing one another,
Pulse with the rhythm of a shared desire.
No words are needed—
For the eyes speak in ancient tongues,
Where truth is bared without fear,
And purity teeters, trembling,
On the edge of beautiful undoing.

Ink spills like longing
Onto the blankness of time,
Each line a confession,
Each pause a kiss yet to be given.
In the silence between heartbeats,
The future begins to bloom—
Soft and secretive, like a lover’s promise.

A key of wonder turns unseen locks,
Unveiling hidden realms
Where passion and peace entwine.
Here, love—not merely felt,
But lived in its fullest grace—
Bathes the senses in divine fire.

And from that fire, a future arises,
Vivid, bold, unafraid—
Painting a radiant spectrum
Across the vast canvas of life,
Each hue a vow,
Each shade a memory yet to be made.