Middle Class Romance

In a world of silent glances, no grand romances,

Not every love speaks in poetic stances.

No whispered “I love yous” in the night's hush,

Just a mutual understanding, a quiet, steady crush.

They may not waltz in moonlight, or sing serenades,

But in simple gestures, their love never fades.

Not lost in each other, but aware all the same,

Their love is a slow-burning, eternal flame.

They may not cuddle every evening's end,

But in their absence, a silent message they send.

No fairytale talk, just reality's prose,

Yet, in their hearts, a secret love grows.

Children, chores, and life's endless spree,

In the midst of it all, their love is the key.

They might not always embrace or hold tight,

Yet, in every shared glance, their souls alight.

Amidst the quarrels, the noise, and the din,

There’s a silent pact, a love from within.

For love isn't always about passionate shows,

It's in the silent moments that true love grows.

No grand gestures, no spotlight's beam,

Yet, their love's the strongest, it seems.

For in every unsaid word, every stolen glance,

Lies the story of their quiet, profound romance.