Lyrics

Falling in love is lightning…
But love itself is the fire we choose to keep alive.

It starts with fire, sudden and free,
A spark between souls, wild energy.
But love is not a rush or flame,
It’s quiet hands that stay the same.

Not just a feeling that fades in time,
But a vow renewed in the morning light.
The storm will pass, the heart will bend,
And love begins where infatuations end.

To love is not to fall, but to stay,
To see it all—and still not walk away.

Love is a choice, not just desire,
Not only the spark, but the tending of fire.
It’s the silence that holds when words can’t mend,
The daily act that begins again.
Not to own, not to demand,
But to understand, and still extend your hand.

We live for the flames, the fever, the thrill,
But love is the earth that learns to be still.
It’s staying close when distance grows,
It’s tending roots when no one knows.

Not losing self to be complete,
But standing tall on steady feet.
Not needing perfect to feel alive,
But choosing presence, day and night.

For love is holy in its flaws,
It asks of us, not applause.

Love is a choice, not just desire,
Not only the spark, but the tending of fire.
It’s the courage to stay when it’s hard to believe,
To hold what’s fragile, yet never leave.
Not to own, not to demand,
But to understand, and still extend your hand.

To love is to see the storm and remain,
To hold space for both joy and pain.
Not perfect, not always clear,
But real enough to keep us near.

Love is a choice, and I choose you still,
Through quiet nights and restless will.
Not for ease, but for what’s true,
For love is the art of staying through.
Not to own, not to demand,
But to understand, and still extend my hand.

Love is not the flame that burns the brightest…
but the embers that last.