The love that doesn't live

The love that doesn't live.

The love that lives not in skin and voice, but in thoughts, silent and unspoken, is like a fire that never burns, but remains eternally glowing and unbroken.
It dwells in eyes that never met, in words that were never said, in a touch that never came, but leaves its mark not to forget.
It is not hand in hand, not a kiss, not time, but an echo in the heart, a whisper of being. It is the dream that never awakens, the silence that speaks  a thunder  hearing.
For what is experienced dies in the moment, but what is only thought endures. Spiritual love knows no bounds; it is an  infinite rule.