Love is dark matter

This poem gently asks us: What is love, really?
Love is not about possession or pride-it's about seeing the soul within.
It is found in small moments: a child's laughter, a mother's smile, a lover's embrace, a pet's gaze, the sky at dusk.

Love does not shout.
It does not demand.
It simply asks to be felt, known, and allowed to grow.

Like dark matter in the night-it may be unseen, but it is there.
Real. Guiding. Constant.

If this poem stirs something soft within you,
then perhaps that too is love-
quietly rising, from inside your heart.