Love is a matchstick, small and bright,
A flicker of hope in the darkest of night.
It sparks into fire, burning so strong,
A beacon of light that guides us along.
It warms our hearts and lights our way,
Through every trial and every day.
It ignites our passion, sets us ablaze,
And fills us with wonder, in so many ways.
But like a matchstick, love can be fleeting,
A flame that flickers, never repeating.
It needs gentle care, and constant feeding,
To keep it burning, always succeeding.
So cherish your love, and hold it so dear,
For it’s the light that will always be near.
And in the end, when all else disappears,
Love’s flame will shine on, year after year.