Lilieinlove

In the hush of midnight, when the world holds its breath, She feels the rhythm of his heartbeat in the rustle of leaves, And knows that love is not a single bloom, But an endless field, ever‑growing, ever‑bright.

So Lilie walks, forever cradled by the sigh of the wind, Her love a tapestry woven with sunrise, moonlight, and the quiet hum of the earth— A piece of the world that sings, “I am yours, and you are mine.” lilieinlove

She finds him—himself, reflected in the pond’s glass, A ripple of amber light that catches her eye. He is the wind that lifts the petals, The hush between the songbirds’ trill. In the hush of midnight, when the world