IN THE HANDS OF AN INTROVERT 🤍

In the quiet depths of an introverted heart,

Love blooms like a hidden work of art.

In gentle whispers and soft-spoken words,

Emotions dance, like elusive birds.

In solitude's embrace, love finds its home,

Where silence speaks more than words alone.

In the tender touch and the lingering gaze,

Affection blooms in mysterious ways.

Though introverted, love knows no bounds,

It thrives in the stillness where peace abounds.

In shared moments of quiet understanding,

Two souls unite, their hearts expanding.

So cherish the love of an introvert's heart,

For its depth and beauty set it apart.

In the calm and the quiet, love truly thrives,

As two souls connect in their silent lives.

And ONLY theirs, is the only one you can never doubt,

For lies and deceit don't exist in their world,

Honesty is their worship.

Blessed are they that find affection in the eyes of an introvert.

Blessed is I in his hands.