• love is a fire; it burns like hell

    The flame dies and the embers smell

    but even if it's death don't stink

    it should make you stop and think, what would you change

    if time reversed it's corse or all your sins erased

    maybe then you would still taste the fires of our love

    the love we shared, t'was impared by the fires from above

    but if i had to say, my love,

    the feelings we had shared were more beautiful than any flame

    from here, from there, any where.

    the fires of our love