First we met
And the fire was ignited
Then we had a flaming affair
Which turned into love
But over time the fire burned lower
And we lost the hot spark of our love
The fire was dying, but you didn’t notice
And so — time without the flame of love
Can not last
So as the fire dies
So too does our love
Only embers remain
But if you add wood and blow on the embers
Maybe you can rekindle the fire
That burned so hot and brightly for us
Maybe you can rekindle our love lost
—Kelsie Gates
Annis Cassells says
I like the idea here of revival. It could happen. Thanks, Kelsie. xoA