We were but embers,
Making memories and mischief to remember.
We were but sparks,
Here a shy glance and there a sly remark.

Alas, we were but ashes,
As fires are meant to burn us mortals.
No escapes. No portals.

We were but yellow heat,
A tangle of  passionate arms, legs and feet.
We were but blue flames,
What broke us apart was it the lies or the deceitful games?

Alas, we were but ashes,
As fires are meant to burn us mortals.
No escapes. No portals.