O flame of our souls, how it fiercely glows

I waited so long, and you came through, 
The night has arrived, yet my joy renew.   
In silence I lived while you were away, 
Your footsteps returned, gave my voice its sway. 

I know you are tired, the burdens were long, 
But love is the guide, it keeps us strong. 
Ah, orchids I see in your gentle hand, 
A symbol of love, for hearts that stand. 

Their petals are wings of a dream untold, 
With tender embrace, with a warmth to hold. 
They burn like a flame, yet they do not scar, 
They capture the soul, like a shining star. 

Your smile makes the fading daylight rise, 
So simply you brighten my weary skies. 
Each day you gift me with tender delight, 
With sweetness, with kindness, with love so bright. 

O flame of our souls, how it fiercely glows, 
Like stars in the hush where the night wind blows. 
I pray to the Lord: though the years may flee, 
This flame grows stronger eternally. 

And let the orchids, pure love’s own sign, 
Remind us how deeply our hearts entwine. 
Their beauty, a message from heaven above, 
Shall guard our passion and cherish our love.