The Shape of Fire

Описание: She fell from sparks and summer light,
A flicker born where embers breathe,
Feet never touching mortal ground,
A laugh that warmed the evening breeze.
They warned him fire only takes,
That flame must hunger, scorch, and scar,
But she burned soft when she chose to burn,
A living, loving, careful star.

Every blaze she ever was,
Bent its will at her command,
Fire listens to her heart,
Not the fear of trembling hands.

She is fire, she is flame,
Bright as dawn, gentle as rain,
When she holds him, when she stays,
Every spark knows its place.
She can scorch the world to bone,
Or warm the soul who calls her home,
Love taught fire how to stay,
And not destroy what it protects.

He was clay and breath and time,
Soft skin, pulse, a mortal span,
No wings to chase the upper air,
Just open arms and steady hands.
He did not ask her to be less,
Nor beg the blaze to dim or hide,
He trusted fire to know itself,
And stood unburned at her side.

Where her feet left trails of light,
He left footprints in the dust,
Two worlds met without a fight,
On faith, and hope, and quiet trust.

She is fire, she is flame,
Bright as dawn, gentle as rain,
When she holds him, when she stays,
Every spark knows its place.
She can scorch the world to bone,
Or warm the soul who calls her home,
Love taught fire how to stay,
And not destroy what it protects.

They say heat must always harm,
That passion only leaves a scar,
But intention shapes the blaze,
Not the size of who you are.
Her magic is not fury born,
It is choice, refined and true,
To burn the dark away from him,
And never burn him through.

She is fire, she is flame,
Bright as dawn, gentle as rain,
In her arms the night feels kind,
In his eyes she learns her name.
She can light the endless sky,
Or be a hearth where hearts survive,
Love is fire with a vow,
To know exactly how to burn.

When time runs out and embers fade,
And mortal days grow thin and few,
She will carry warmth, not ash,
Of a love that taught her what flames can do.