Maybe the fire wasn’t enough

To keep things burning.

And it required just a puff

For which both were yearning.

But my heart wasn’t cold

As I am told

Over & over again.

But I'll not let you get married

Never, ever to any other rich man!

And I'll be the one, the only one.

And he can be just another.

If in your heart, you still feel for me

Or in "our" cafe, our eyes meet yet again

And we do cross each other.

I'll hold you with that familiar touch

And this time it will be too much

To attract everyone’s attention.

And everyone would talk and mention

Of the acquaintance we had,

The times we spent

And how we were, we are and we would be mad!

In Love…over & over again.