Lost in the bustling life,
Are moments that’ll never return.
Like faded smoke in idle sky,
From a cozy fire that once burned.
Shall winters be the only excuse,
To revive the fireplace now torpid?
Or shall the warmth within be enough,
To start a fiery, amorous bid?
What’s to come when it mellows?
Would then your ardor be the oil?
Will it restore the vigor of the flames,
Or turn the rest to ashes and spoil?
And if the storm comes in early,
I want the flames to withstand.
Let the raging rain and whirling winds,
Test us while we stand hand in hand.
Is that too much of a fantasy,
Or will I be allowed this fair share?
Will you alter my destiny?
Or burn my life without a care?