I've held this torch
The light of my being
The flame of my love
for twenty years.

For a decade and nine,
the flame grew
it lit up my future
and I saw
how it would bring me
to you.

I carried this blessing
of hope and love
of being a hopeless romantic.
I've always been waiting
for you.

And in this past five-hundred twenty-five thousand
six hundred minutes
Just when the flame was dying
and the brass handle too heavy
You came along
and held the torch
with me.

And this is how we'll stay
bound together by the
flame of love.
For I'll never let go.