Her heart turned to thunder
At the flash of his smile.
It's been twenty years,
And that's quite a while.

And though he was to her,
An everlasting flame.
He couldn't even remember
The woman's first name.

She's like a gentle breeze
That has swiftly passed away.
He vaguely remembers 
Their fires of yesterday.

Because of the very present,
It's better left this way.
His wife and his children,
Are what matters today.

Maybe it's too close to
A calculated sin,
But she reminisces now,
On what could have been.

What would he do,
What would destiny say,
If she could make him remember
The fires of yesterday.