staring at an open fire watching flames as they leap higher i recall an old romance i can almost smell the perfume that she wore at our first dance staring at the burning embers strange the things that one remembers i can almost feel her cheek on mine i can almost hear what she s saying as i dance with my old valentine i would swear i can hear the music playing sitting on a cozy pillow poking ashes with a willow stirs a spark of old desire funny how the memories come rushing back before an open fire