Quiet Luxury Love

[ Lyrics ]

If it’s loud, it’s not love.

Used to chase the thunder, slept through every storm,
loved the way he argued, thought it meant he cared so much more.
Now I crave the silence, silk beneath my skin,
no more late-night panic, no more letting him back in.
We don’t need a spotlight, we don’t need a scene—
love that stays is quiet, love that burns is mean.

No grand declarations, no receipts or proof,
just your hand on mine before the morning news.
You don’t have to shout it—I already know:
peace is the loudest yes we’ll ever show.

If it’s loud, it’s not love — no, it’s not love.
Calm hands, steady eyes, that’s enough.
If it’s loud, it’s not love — baby, softly,
we don’t crash, we carry.

You don’t flinch at comfort, you don’t fear the calm,
drink your tea in silence like it’s holy ground.
No love-bomb confessions, no sudden disappear—
what you see is what you get, year after year.
We walk through seasons, never lost the thread,
no more playing victim, no more feeding dread.

No need for theatrics, no roles to perform,
just two folks who chose each other—each day, reborn.
You don’t prove you love me, you just live it true:
a quiet yes in everything you do.

If it’s loud, it’s not love — no, it’s not love.
Calm hands, steady eyes, that’s enough.
If it’s loud, it’s not love — baby, softly,
we don’t crash, we carry.

I used to think fire meant passion,
but the flame that lasts is gentle.
I used to confuse chaos for care,
till I learned that love’s a practice — not a dare.

If it’s loud, it’s not love — no, it’s not love.
Cashmere over conflict, that’s my trust.
If it’s loud, it’s not love — baby, softly,
we don’t beg, we belong.

If it’s loud… it’s not love.