Love is like a friendship caught on fire…
In th beginning a flame…
Very pretty..
Often hot and fierce but still only only light and flickering
As love grows older
Our hearts mature
And our love becomes as coals..
Deep burning and unquenchable…

If they asked me, I could write a book
About the way you walk, and whisper, and look…

I could write the preface on how we meet
So the world would never forget…

And the simple secret of the plot
Is just to tell them that I love you a lot…

Then the world discovers as…
Mybook ends…
How to make two lovers of friends…