There are those moments in life

That we contemplate over and over.

We seem to need a reason, gone

When we two were so much in love.

There was no tomorrow, only today,

That's how real we were to each other.

You in my arms, my lips against yours,

O how the fires burning, yearning, went.

Yet life can be cruel and not pan out

The way we expect our love to be.

It was in those yesterdays, long gone,

That I sit here and wonder why.