"Where Love Dwells" By Amany El-Sawy 🇪🇬

"Where Love Dwells"

Love does not knock—

it lingers in the hush

between a breath and a glance.

It is the hand that doesn’t hold,

but stays.

It walks barefoot through your sorrow,

dims the sun when it hurts your eyes,

and leaves a coat at your door

when winter forgets your name.

Love speaks in folded silences,

in the pause before goodbye,

in the weightless nearness

of someone who doesn’t need to be seen

to be known.

Love is not the miracle—

it is the lamp left burning

when all the miracles are gone.