For she is the fire in my mind 
The source of passion in my soul 
The love I once gave her 
Wrong though it was then 
Is the truest I have ever known 

She was my hope as a dreamer 
That I could find forever 
Wrapped in some lovers arms 
I may not have been her first 
But she will always be my last 

Times like these I pity 
The others I have dated 
Those that I have married 
Because of those times 
I had forgotten where my heart goes 

Every time that it returns 
  
flowers in the wind...cast, 
scatter gently as they fall