an introverts love #

the introvert’s love is a quiet, stubborn spark,
a flicker in the dark corners of their chest.
it burns low, steady, without show or remark,
hidden, but relentless—refusing to rest.

it’s not a love that shouts for attention,
nor one that dances in the blaze of the sun.
but it lingers, grows, defies convention,
a silent fire that outlasts the loudest one.

it whispers secrets only silence can hear,
its voice soft, yet it strikes to the core.
no need for pretense, no space for fear,
it’s a love that stands firm, steady, sure.

so let it be, this love of quiet might—
it doesn’t dazzle but glows strong and true.
it won’t parade, nor clamor for light,
but it’s a love that will always find you.