It wasn’t when you took my hand,
Or whispered love in waves of sand.
It wasn’t how you said my name,
Like fire wrapped in frozen flame.

It was a look, a fleeting glance,
A stolen second, a silent dance.
The way your breath caught in the air,
As if the world just wasn’t there.

In that moment, hearts aligned,
Time stood still, the stars resigned.
For love is not in grand displays,
But in the smallest, quietest ways.