Love is 'what is'—a witness, pure and clear,
Unwritten, unbound, drawing us near.
No stories, no scripts, no past to confine,
It lives in the present, simply as it shines.
Time slips away, as echoes grow still,
Love breathes in the quiet, beyond thought or will.
In each tender heartbeat, a new moment unfolds,
Alive in its essence, untouched and bold.
As shadows dissolve, we open our eyes,
Love as a presence, simple and free.
In the depth of this moment, no words need arise—
Love is here, unmeasured, beneath open skies.
Let go of the stories, witness 'what is,'
In the heart’s gentle rhythm, in each breath that we live.
For life unveils fully, a mystery untold—
Simply love, beyond time, in the present, behold.
Unwritten, unbound, drawing us near.
No stories, no scripts, no past to confine,
It lives in the present, simply as it shines.
Time slips away, as echoes grow still,
Love breathes in the quiet, beyond thought or will.
In each tender heartbeat, a new moment unfolds,
Alive in its essence, untouched and bold.
As shadows dissolve, we open our eyes,
Love as a presence, simple and free.
In the depth of this moment, no words need arise—
Love is here, unmeasured, beneath open skies.
Let go of the stories, witness 'what is,'
In the heart’s gentle rhythm, in each breath that we live.
For life unveils fully, a mystery untold—
Simply love, beyond time, in the present, behold.