In love vs inlove

In the garden of hearts, two flowers bloom, One of fleeting passion, the other of lasting perfume. To be "in love" is a tempest, wild and free, A dance of flames, a stormy sea. But to "love" is a river, steady and deep, A gentle whisper, a promise to keep. One dazzles with its fiery light, The other warms through the darkest night. So, dear soul, don't be swayed by the blaze, Seek the ember that quietly stays. For there's a difference, subtle yet profound, Between the thrill of the moment and love's steady ground.