As you kiss her,
My lips quiver,
Such a sigh,
For you and I,
Could have had a sliver,
Of heavens highs,

Take me back in time,
To when all was fine,
When you were mine,
For all that shine,
Would have been oh so divine,

In another life you would have my heart,
To keep and to hold,
Till it grows old,
My little heart of gold,
That now grows cold.