There’s  always a fire
With no flames
When a soul draws near—
A spark that flicker softly,
Yet burning strong and clear.
It kindles warmth within,
Even when in frostbit
A quiet glow, unwavering,
Soft, yet full of light.
A silent force, magnetic,
Unseen but ever true, genuine
Calling out, unspoken,
In a language meant for two.
Compassion like gravity,
A gentle, steady hold,
An endless bond, a quiet flame
That never fades or folds.