A Spark of Love

**A Spark of Love**

My world was filled with art and quiet doubt,
With countless roads and paths I wandered through;
I drifted in a stream of revelations,
Still searching for a self I never knew.

I saw new lands, new faces, and resistance,
Through woods and cities moved toward distant light;
And every day felt almost like a blessing,
Yet something cast a shadow deep inside.

And then one day — a day like any other —
No spark, no motion, nothing left to feel,
I went where music lingered, softly suspended,
Where light and sound dissolved into the unreal.

And there, among the flicker and the rhythm,
Among the words, the echoes, and the haze —
I saw at once… something far beyond it:
I saw you there, within that quiet blaze.

You are a spark that kindles into fire,
A gentle light that warms my silent soul;
You touched my heart — and suddenly it flared,
Returning love I thought I’d lost to time.

You are of fire — of April, of beginnings,
And I burn too within that living flame;
And something grows between us, past all reason,
As if we’ve learned what silence truly means.

And day by day this feeling keeps on rising,
It grows, not asking whether it is right;
It is no longer reckless, fleeting passion —
A star awakens slowly into light.

We both have walked, worn down by time and distance,
Like ships that wandered restless through the sea;
Yet still the heart, despite all disappointments,
Has kept its quiet flame in you and me.

And now, with no more need for explanation,
No louder words, no hurried lines to prove —
I simply speak of this in quiet honesty:
That in this light, there lives our spark of love.