Life is a precious, fleeting thing,
A fragile flower that blossoms bright,
But all too soon it withers and dies,
Leaving us longing for one more night.
Love is the fire that burns within,
A flame that kindles passion and desire,
It lifts us up and sets our hearts aglow,
Inspiring us to reach for something higher.
But love, like life, is fragile and fleeting,
A moment's joy can turn to endless pain,
The heart is broken, torn and incomplete,
Leaving us to love and love again.
Yet through the ups and downs,
the joy and strife,
We hold on tight and cherish love and life.
