Poem
The Threefold Flame
Love is not a fleeting spark,
Nor just a moment in the dark.
It lives in forms both bright and true,
A fire with flames of crimson hue.
Intimacy, a whispered tone,
A bond where hearts are fully known.
The gentle touch, the endless talk,
The way we stroll, the way we walk.
Passion burns with wild delight,
A spark that dances in the night.
It pulls us close, ignites the skin,
A tempest raging deep within.
Commitment stands when tempests rise,
A promise sworn beneath the skies.
Through years that pass, through joy and pain,
Love endures like steady rain.
Yet love is strongest, firm and true,
When all these flames combine in you.
For love is more than just a part—
It thrives as one, within the heart.