Under Grumpa's Hat

In the melody of life, love weaves its threads,
A symphony of emotions, in hearts it embeds.
It dances in the obvious, in passionate embrace,
Yet veils itself in subtlety, in a more delicate space.

For love is not always loud, not always bold,
It whispers in the silence, in stories untold.
In the gentle touch of a mother’s hand,
In the steadfast support of a friend who understands.

It blooms in the laughter of siblings at play,
In the quiet moments at the end of the day.
It’s in the shared glances between father and son,
In the warmth of a hug when the day is done.

Love paints its canvas with hues unseen,
In acts of kindness, in moments serene.
It’s in the sacrifice, the willingness to give,
In the bond that helps us to truly live.

So while love may not always wear its name,
Its presence in our lives remains the same.
In the tender gestures, the bonds that bind,
Unconditional love, the truest kind.