James Tucci-The Flame Never dies

James Tucci-The Flame Never dies

Where is the woman I long for
She has gone way
It seems strange
For this time of year
This is the place that she should be

I do not know whether to worry
Or even to care
I have not seen her
For many a day

I am sure she does not even think of me
Nor have any interest in where I am
She has no concern for my being

But I cannot expunge her from my mind
She lives inside me

So I sit here and wonder
Of whom she is with
And where she resides

And of course
My flame for her never dies