The shadows stretch across the tiled floor Your coffee cools beside the open door I watch the smoke curl in a velvet haze Lost in the labyrinth of these quiet days Love is a language spoken without sound A gentle rhythm where my heart is found Not in the fire or the crashing tide But in the secret place where we reside The city hums a distant, restless tune Beneath the pale eye of the afternoon We trade our stories in the golden light Before the blue ink of the coming night It isn't gravity that keeps me near It is the absence of the sudden fear A soft surrender to the way you breathe The only truth I ever need to weave Love is a language spoken without sound A gentle rhythm where my heart is found Not in the fire or the crashing tide But in the secret place where we reside Just us, In the quiet, Lingering slow, Letting it go.