Love begins after the flame has cooled.
Love starts with a spark so bright,
A thrilling rush, a pure delight.
But as time passes, it fades away,
Love that cools down
When it gets boring, When you get used to,
That's when true love begins to claim.
It's not just loyalty that binds our hearts,
But the truth in our gazes, where real love starts.
Is it pity that I feel for you?
Or compassion, in all that we do?
Is love a warmth that we both share,
A tender heart that shows we care?
Love truly starts when the fire dies,
In that space, deeper understanding lies.
Can we call it loyalty, I wonder so?
Or is it affection that continues to grow?
When it gets boring, When you get used to,
That's when true love begins to claim.
It's not just loyalty that binds our hearts,
But the truth in our gazes, where real love starts.
Sometimes it's tough, and we feel worn,
But by each other's side, we are reborn.
In small ways or grand, we show we care,
Thoughtful gestures in the love we share.
Love truly starts when the fire dies,
In that space, deeper understanding lies.
Can we call it loyalty, I wonder so?
Or is it affection that continues to grow?
When it gets boring, When you get used to,
That's when true love begins to claim.
It's not just loyalty that binds our hearts,
But the truth in our gazes, where real love starts.
Love begins after the flame has cooled.