Does the flame of a lost love

Ever really die?

Or can it strike back up,

If she ever walks by?

Will it burn once again,

Hot and ever so bright,

Or,

Maybe just warm,

Like the springtime sunlight.

Shall her beauty remain,

The way my memories recall

Or did it disappear

Like the leaves in the fall?

Is it going to be a love to last forever?

Forever at it’s best?

Or a love that i

Should have left to rest

Maybe its best

That I will never know

For losing her again

My heart

Could not take the Blow