Love Doesn’t Die — It Changes Shape

Love doesn’t die, it just changes shape
from warm embrace to memory’s gate.
From spoken words to whispered prayer,
from holding hands to knowing they’re there.

It softens into morning light,
a quiet strength through darkest night.
It lingers sweet in songs once sung,
in stories told, in hearts still young.

It lives in laughter after tears,
in small reminders through the years.
Though time may pass and seasons break,
love doesn’t die—it just changes shape.

It moves from touch to something more,
a presence felt, a closeness sure.
And though we ache, and though we weep,
love roots itself in places deep.

So when you feel that tender ache,
when silence stretches long and great,
know this is love—still warm, still true
changing shape, but never leaving you.

1Co 13:8  Love never fails. 

For God’s Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop