“The Fragrance of Our Fire

“The Fragrance of Our Fire”

When your eyes touched mine that night,
The stars forgot their ancient flight;
A hush fell softly through the air,
As if the world had paused to stare.

Your voice — a stream of mellow wine,
Flowed through my soul, became divine;
Each word a promise, faint yet deep,
Each breath a vow the heart would keep.

We spoke of dreams the moon had spun,
Of endless roads where hearts could run;
The night grew young, the breeze grew wild,
And reason slept — desire smiled.

Your fingers brushed against my hand,
No thunder rolled, yet I could stand
No longer still — the silence burned,
As fate itself in passion turned.

No words were said — yet all was known,
Two trembling souls became their own;
The pulse of life, the rhythm’s beat,
Made every heartbeat pure and sweet.

The room was dim, yet bright with glow,
Where shadows danced and whispers flow;
In closeness soft, in breath’s retreat,
Two souls in harmony complete.

And when the dawn unrolled its hue,
Your smile still shone — serene and true;
No storm could break, no world divide,
What hearts had sealed and stars had tied.

For love is not a fleeting flame,
It wears no mask, it needs no name;
It lives in touch, in sigh, in glance,
In morning calm, in moonlight’s dance.

So let the seasons come and go,
Our love shall bloom through frost and snow;
For what we shared was more than fire —
It was the soul’s most pure desire.

To love is to be wholly known,
To melt, to merge, to be alone;
Yet find in one another’s grace,
The universe — in one embrace.