THE FIRE I ADMIRE

I’ve seen the storm rise inside your eyes,
a blaze too fierce for silence or disguise.
Yet even in anger, there’s something I know,
a truth in the fire, a love that still glows.

For anger is passion, it burns and it roars,
it comes from a heart that is aching for more.
A fire that rises from depths uncontrolled,
where feelings too heavy, too strong to withhold.

There’s beauty in fury, a depth in the flame,
a force that refuses to bow to shame.
It speaks of a spirit unwilling to break,
a fire that rises for love’s own sake.

It isn’t destruction, it isn’t the end,
it’s the voice of a soul that refuses to bend.
A storm that protects, a blaze that defends,
the kind of fire on which life depends.

Each spark is a language the world cannot read,
a force born of longing, of hope, of need.
And though others may flinch, or turn away too,
I stand unafraid for I see through you.

Behind every ember, behind every flame,
is tenderness hidden, though it won’t speak its name.
The fire that rages is not what it seems,
it carries the weight of your love and your dreams.

For fire is the forge where the galaxies start,
the pulse of the cosmos, the heat of the heart.
It births every star, it ignites every sky,
the brilliance of worlds in the blink of an eye.

From chaos it fashions the rarest design,
turning darkness to beauty, disorder to shine.
It burns not to ruin, but to build and renew,
the universe lives because fire burns through.

However it blazes, however it burns,
a power within that the whole world yearns.
The harshest of fires still carries what’s true,
the rarest of loves that lives only in you.

And this is the part the world never knew:
what I see in the fire is the softest of you.

-MILI GUPTA