Love is not an object, a prisoner, or a promise.
It is free, as a bird.
It stays not because it is held,
but because it feels good to be close.

It breathes on its own.
It blossoms in silence, in trust,
in tender glances and touches,
not in the fear of losing.

It is not asked to stay.
It is not forced to be.
It simply exists.
And that is enough.

Year: 22 April, 2025
Digital Art drawn in Procreate
Size: 6000*9000 pixels