The Fire We Keep
We don’t need flames to burn so high,
Or passion loud to touch the sky.
The fire we keep is warm and low,
It stays with us wherever we go.
It doesn’t flicker, doesn’t fade,
It’s quiet strength that’s gently laid.
Like embers glowing in the dark,
This love of ours still leaves its mark.
When years have passed and skin has aged,
This fire we keep will still engage.
A look, a smile, a simple touch—
Proof that we still love this much.
We’ve seen the world both light and gray,
But never let the flame decay.
It’s not in sparks that flash and fall,
But in the heat that’s soft and small.
So let them chase the fleeting flare—
We’ll hold the fire always there.
For love is not just quick or deep,
It’s in the fire we choose to keep.
