You walk in crisp, but your gaze is warm
Like you hide a flame beneath the form
Sharp on the edge, but soft in sound
You light the room without being found
You're a candle in a suit, steady fire
Not too close, but still inspire
I stay composed, but you melt the part
That I’ve been freezing to protect my heart
You speak in keys that I once knew
Unlocking doors I never drew
You match your tone to the glass you pour
A little sweet, a little more
The quiet types, they burn the slowest
But in your calm, I feel the boldest