Love and Silence

Stop or continue?

Love is like a spark. Love is not a flame.

Love is like a fallen star fruit.

Love is like the purple crepe myrtle blossoms on a summer tree.

Silence is like a symphony of cicadas singing “vee vee.”

Silence is not a breathless end.

Silence is the search for a way to be free.

People might say that love and silence cannot walk hand in hand.

But in my view, silence in love is not poor; it is simply imperfect.

So, when they come together, they complement each other, creating a unique version.

What do you think about this?