When the lucidity of love lingers,
And the fire from the heart keeps burning.
As passion slips through the fingers,
All that once was, is turning.

The embers that bursted into flames,
Fueled by the very first embrace,
Sparked by the taste of her lips,
And the curly strip of hair across her face.

But when the sparks fade away,
And the thick mist thins out,
Loves powers decay; hearts turn to clay,
And the sun gets blocked by a cloud.

Though when love is like mine for you,
After many years, it will still be true.