As the fire glows I lay on the rug,
And watch as the colors dance.
Reaching for your pillow to hug,
It reminds me of our romance.

You were always first to light the fire,
That managed to burn all night.
You would pull me close as we rekindled our desires.
No words are needed a touch was just right.

Breakfast in bed was how you woke me.
A rose in a vase was placed on the tray.
You folded a note on top so that I would see,
Words only you would say.

Walks in the woods on a cold winter day,
We watched as the birds peck for a bit of food.
Feeling the cold air we wished it was May,
As we listened to the echos from inside the woods.

All that is left of our romance,
Is a fire that burns down too fast.
The colors no longer dance.
My desires have died at last.

I walk through the woods,
Looking to see a memory.
Yet all I see are empty woods,
And hear echos of you and me.