Not the blaze that strikes the night,
Nor the rush of sudden light,
But a flame that softly grows,
In quiet spaces no one knows.
A gentle warmth beneath the skin,
A whispered touch that draws you in.
No wild fire, no fierce demand,
Just steady glow, hand in hand.
It lingers in the silent air,
A patient love that's always there.
Through seasons turning, slow and true,
It finds its way from me to you.
Not hurried, wild, or overdone,
But glowing bright like morning sun.
It burns with depth, it burns with grace,
A sacred flame time can't erase.
Through doubts and storms, it holds its ground,
In whispered words, in no loud sound.
A love that's born in steady pace,
And lasts beyond the swiftest race.
So here we stand, in warmth's embrace,
Slow burn love, a lasting place.
No rush, no race, no fleeting year
Just steady flame, forever near
Can you hear my non existent heartbeat ?