THE FIRE THAT KNEW LOVE [Verse 1] Her love was strong, too strong to hide, It filled the room, it filled the night. Her only one began to feel That even love could be too real. Eye to eye, hand in hand, Heart to heart, we understand. Body to body, side by side, There was no “him,” no “her” — just “us” inside. [Verse 2] In sorrow, he went to the tavern, To cool the fever in his head. While she sat quietly by the fire, Entranced by flames that danced like gold and fire. Eye to eye, hand in hand, Heart to heart, we understand. Body to body, side by side, There was no “him,” no “her” — just “us” inside. [Chorus] “Listen,” crackled the fire bright, “I’ll teach you something here tonight. I’ll grow so tall, I’ll blaze so high, You’ll feel my heat — you’ll want to fly.” The flames rose up, a roaring tower, A wild and dazzling, burning flower. [Verse 3] She stepped away — it was too much. She covered up her face and eyes. The flames came down, their hands grew small, And then the fire spoke through it all: [Chorus] “You loved me when I gave you warmth, When I was gentle, calm and soft. You may give him your warmth and flame, You may burn bright and love his name. But if you scorch him with your fire, If love becomes a burning pyre, The flower fades, the embers die, And love itself will lose its light.” [Bridge — Whispered, mystical] Love is not a chain. Love is not a flame that consumes. It is a fire that warms the heart Without turning the heart to ash. [Verse 4] She understood the lesson then The ancient wisdom of the flame. She quieted the fire inside, And let her love breathe, open wide. Eye to eye, hand in hand, Heart to heart, we understand. Body to body, side by side, There was no “him,” no “her” — just “us” inside. [Final Chorus] Her beloved finally came back home, And found a gentler kind of glow. The hearth was burning, warm and bright, But no longer hurt beneath its light. The flower of love began to bloom, Its fragrance filling every room. The fire still danced, the night was calm — Love had found its gentler form. [Outro — soft, whispered] Burn bright… But do not burn away The one you love. Let love be fire — Not a flame that consumes, But a light that lets two hearts Still breathe.
