Embers burn the fields of love to ashes
As the crackle of the flame traps and trances
The malignant nature of second chances
Who can say what True Romance is
Just glance at how the fire dances
Our hearts the urns
Remnants of all the moments that have come to pass us
Silhouettes sketched of pain
Ashen sculptures of what remains
Burnt and blazed
Empty charred picture frames
Sit upon this mantle of blame