With only a moon for the light
Though I didn't need any more...

I have an image deep in my mind
I wish I could duplicate...

We loved our old fireplace
With flames that would burn bright...

Sometimes we look far too deep
Or choosing paths that are too steep...

If love was like the weather
With four seasons for its moods...

With perfect vision
One can still miss the target...

Sometimes we stay up at night
And hope that things will be alright...

Sometimes I think
Life takes a hold...

I see you in front of the mirror
And so often I'll watch you frown...

A burning candle gentle flame
Swaying within the air...

I know our love is not perfect
If such a thing exists...

Of course most things can be replaced
With shiny and brand new...