The quiet kind ❤️‍🔥

She loves in shadows, soft and still, where no one asks, and no one will tell. Her heart a secret, folded tight, a flame she guards from others' sight. She's never kissed, but often dreams of touches carried in moonbeams, of laughter shared, of breath that stays, then fades when dawn dissolves the haze. She's watched the world in black and white, when feeling colours out of sight, a thousand hues she can't reveal, a truth she aches to call real. For what would they say, if they knew? That her heart bends to her and you? That love for her, wears many names, and none of them should bring her shame. So she hides it still, but not as deep. It stirs in daylight, stirs in sleep. And one soft day, when fear grows small, she'll speak, and not apologise at all. For love was never meant to hide, nor burn unseen, nor be denied. And when she dares to lift her eyes, the world will bloom, and not disguise. - Sarkasstic