As I sit here lost in wonder,
the only thing I can do is ponder,
can our love last much longer?
I remember the day we met,
I can't possibly forget,
I don't know if you have yet.
We loved in a fashion,
that was laced with fire and passion,
and given in generous ration.
But as our time grew old,
our love grew cold,
and the passion stood not so bold.
I know soon I must part,
and leave the man with the velvet glove,
and cold steel heart.