Today, I burned your old love letters; I burned them gently, one by one. And as I light the flame, I'd read it, So I could see what you had done. The first you wrote me was the sweetest: The last one broke my heart in two. Our love now lies among the embers, In the ashes of your letters tied in blue. And as I burned your old love letters, It brought back mem'ries from the past. It told about you and your new love, A love I knew could never last. The first you wrote me was the sweetest: The last one broke my heart in two. And as I light the flame, I'd read it, For I can say: "I still love you."