I love you

In quiet, heartfelt mutterings, A tune with no ending. It finds its way with each breath. Every phrase with a silent friend. It moves in the early morning light. And stays in the quiet of the evening. A light touch, a quick look, Every rhythm gives lightning. It blossoms again in verdant fields. A flower nurtured with love and care. Its threads are woven through space and time. Unknowing and the love unaware. Words might not be able to express, what the limits of what the heart could experience. In each instant, each sigh, Its genuine and unadulterated presence smiles.