Fire and fate

You walked in like a thunderstorm,

Eyes cold, with a heart so torn.

Every word you said was war,

I swore I'd never want you more.

We danced on lines we drew with hate,

Tossed sharp words, dared to tempt fate.

But deep beneath each angry glare,

There was a spark we didn’t dare.

'Cause love don’t always start with roses,

Sometimes it’s battles and closed fists.

From every fight to every glance,

We slipped into a wild romance.

You were my rival, then my fate—

Love born from a fiery hate.

Enemies turned into lovers late,

Yeah, we were written in flames and fate.

You touched me like a stolen sin,

A war outside, but peace within.

We fought the world, then fought the sheets,

Turned grudges into dirty heat.

I hated you, or so I claimed,

But your kiss made me forget the pain.

I lost the war, but won your heart—

Who knew destruction was a start?

'Cause love don’t always start with roses,

Sometimes it’s venom and clenched fists.

But we burned down the lines we drew,

And built something from ashes too.

You were my rival, then my fate—

Love born from a fiery hate.

Enemies turned into lovers late,

Yeah, we were written in flames and fate.

Now we laugh at all the scars,

The bruises that became our stars.

You hold me close like you once pushed,

Two hearts that fate misunderstood.

No, love don’t always come in peace,

Ours came through fire, never ceased.

From shouting matches to soft sighs,

From bitter stares to bedroom cries.

You were my rival, now my mate—

Enemies who couldn’t escape fate.

Yeah, we were written in flames and fate.