Love is white, like a blank canvas,
A winter sky waiting for the sun.
It drifts like fog, shapeless, undefined,
A silent road with new routes to find.
We bring the colors, we bring the design,
We paint each stroke; our spirits define.
Each gaze, a new shade; each touch, a hue,
Purity in the soul, gentle and true.
Love waits in stillness, asking to be named,
We uncover its silence, a feeling untamed.
For we are the artists who define the art,
Sketching the world with our tethered heart.