This is absolutely beautiful. It reads like a meditation on love in all its quiet, enduring forms. The way you describe love as both ache and grace, as patience and release, feels deeply human and profoundly moving. The final lines, “sometimes it is the quiet ember that simply chooses not to die”, linger in the heart. Such gentle strength in those words.
Brenda, this touched me.❤️❤️
You write about the kind of love that doesn’t vanish — it just becomes quieter, softer, but still alive.
Your words feel like warmth that stays long after the fire is gone.
Thank you for this.🙏🏼❤️
Thank you for your lovely comments. So appreciated. Hope you are well. 🌸
Sure is 🪽❤️
Amazing 😇😇😇
Thank you 😊
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"love is not always a blaze
sometimes it is the quiet ember
that simply chooses not to die"
💕 Gorgeous Brenda, loved this poem so much.
Thanks😊
love is not always a blaze
sometimes it is the quiet ember
that simply chooses not to die
Beautiful . I kind of a sang this lovely poem !
Oh wow. Thank you. Made my day.
Simply Wow! Loved the flow and the message!
Thank you.
Oh Brenda, this is so graceful! ❤️❤️
Thank you Rea. 💕
Brenda , loved the poem ❤️❤️
Thank you. 🌸
Oohh... what a heartfelt poem this is Brenda, I love it 🌸🩷
Thank you.
Is knowing you are right, but holding your tongue . . . Thank you. L9ve is expressed in so many small sacrifices
Oh yes. I have come to realise it isn’t hearts and roses…. it is as you said those sacrifices. The withstanding and more. 🌸
Thank you for the restack Jane. 🌸
This is absolutely beautiful. It reads like a meditation on love in all its quiet, enduring forms. The way you describe love as both ache and grace, as patience and release, feels deeply human and profoundly moving. The final lines, “sometimes it is the quiet ember that simply chooses not to die”, linger in the heart. Such gentle strength in those words.
Such gentle and honest words—like being seen and comforted at the same time.