Love Wears a Grin That Lies With Grace,

Love wears a grin that lies with grace,
It knocks in rhythms made to thrill.
But if your pulse begins to race—
Ask if your silence trusts it still.

A voice can charm, a hand can hold,
Yet warmth fades fast when truth won't stay.
The smile that glows may still grow cold
If feet don't beg to walk that way.

Wait for the storm that brings you peace,
For heat that doesn’t burn, but breathe.
Let doubts dissolve, let questions cease
Before your ribs stretch underneath.

A flicker’s not the same as fire,
Nor flattery the same as care.
The real thing never tires desire,
It pulls you close, not unaware.

True love aligns from crown to sole,
Not just the words or want or thrill.
It roots itself within the whole—
Mind, and marrow, and your will.

So pause before you dive too fast,
And listen to your grounded stance.
Love worth the wait will always last—
From eyelash flutter to foot’s dance.