Love is like a fire;

It must be built,

Of inconsequential commonalities

Like twigs, or a shared hobby,

As well as sturdy stanchions

Like logs, or a shared faith.

Love is like a fire.

Love is like a fire;

It must be lit,

By a shower of sparks

Like from flint and steel, or a look in the eyes,

As well as bigger flames

Like a match, or a kiss

Love is like a fire.

Love is like a fire;

It must be stoked,

With additional fuel

Like another log, or a romantic evening

As well as fanning the flames

Like a breeze, or a weekend in bed

Love is like a fire.

Love is like a fire;

It can spread,

By jumping to the dry grass

Like a lit stick, or a marriage

As well as larger jumps,

Like to a tree, or beautiful baby

Love is like a fire.

Love is like a fire;

Even when extinguished,

It exists

Like glowing embers, or quelled longings

As well as smoking remains,

Like rising ash, or fond memories

Love is like a fire.

Love is like a fire;

It can be relit,

By stirring the embers, or apologizing

As well as adding fuel,

By throwing in sticks, or humbling oneself

Love is like a fire.

Love is like a fire;

Its heat is better felt up close,

Like in a fireplace, or cuddles on couch

As well as more intensely,

Like a bonfire, in bed after dark

Love is like a fire.