Or will it strike back up, if she ever walked by?
Will it burn once again hot, ever so bright,
Or just warm like the springtime sunlight?
Will her beauty remain, the way my memories recalls,
Or disappear like the leaves in the fall?
Could it then be a love to be forever at its best,
Or a love that was better off, left to rest.
Maybe its best if i am never to know,
For losing her again, my hear could not take the blow.
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