Staring deep, into the fire, as it dies,
I've come to see, that it all was lies.
But now I forget your once perfect voice,
That's what you want, and it was your choice.
But the beat of your heart, pulsing with haste,
Lying in my arms, as they wrapped round your waist.  
That memory shall take longer, much longer, to die,
Too bad even that memory, was naught but a lie.