Love Shall Stay
There are days that ask for nothing big.
No milestones.
No noise.
Just light drifting across the floor,
a brush dipped in colour,
a poem whispering from an old page.
Days between silence, colours and pages.
Where stillness feels like an answer.
Where the small things shimmer with truth.
I’ve stopped searching for love
in faraway places,
in maybe’s and almost’s.
Instead, I’m learning to create an endless summer
within my own heart.
A warmth that does not fade
when seasons change.Because some truths are soft.
Some joys are quiet.
And some loves — the truest ones —
start from within.
So I’ll let the world move as it must.
And trust that whatever is meant for me
already knows the way.
Already has my name on it.
Already blooms in time.
And love,
sweet love,
shall stay.
“The swallow may go, and the sun depart,
And the rose’s bloom decay,
But I’ll make a summer within my heart,
And Love, sweet Love, shall stay!”
from the quiet hours and golden corners of a morning in late April
— julia