When the Flame Flickers Low

When we first lit the spark,
It was fire, it was bright—
A bonfire in the dark,
Swallowing the night.
Your laughter was the melody,
My heart the refrain—
Oh, how the world vanished—
Just us in the flame.

But even the stars with their endless glow
Know the ache of burning slow.

When the flame flickers low—
Do we tend or let it go?
Is love the ember or the ash?
The warmth or the shadow?
I don't know—
I don't know—
When the flame
Flickers low.

Now the mornings are soft,
A quiet cup in hand—
The echo of passion
Replaced by the band
Of everyday moments—
They're too bittersweet—
Love waltzing in slippers,
No longer on its feet.

But the hearth hums a tune,
Low and steady, it seems—
Is it comfort,
Or the ghost of dreams?

When the flame flickers low—
Do we tend or let it go?
Is love the ember or the ash?
The warmth or the shadow?
I don't know—
I don't know—
When the flame
Flickers low.

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