Sometimes,
love doesn't come
with fireworks.
Sometimes,
it comes as a whisper,
a soft voice
begging to be heard,
a tiny spark
lit in the hopes of
becoming a blaze.
Soon,
you will realize,
that what started
as a tiny spark,
is now a torch
you boldly carry,
and what started
as a hum,
is now the music
your heart
beats for.
JM
