Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Okay. How about I sing a song for you?” She put her phone aside and cradled his neck.

“What? ‘Pray for You’ again?” Carlos asked through gritted teeth.

Debbie stuck out her tongue and made a face.

“No, no, no! I don’t want to be buried alive again. Grave mold is a bad look for me.”

Her reaction amused Carlos, who pinched her nose and ordered playfully,

“Then sing.”

Debbie rested her head on his chest and listened to his strong heartbeat.

is my favorite song. Hope you’ll

“Uh-huh.

instantly the room was cloaked in darkness. The neon lights of the city came

in his arms, Debbie looked him in

seen the world, done it all, had my cake now. Diamonds, brilliant, and Bel-Air now. Hot summer nights, mid July, when you and I were forever wild. The crazy days, city Lights, the way

known that Debbie was a good singer. She seemed to have magic in her voice; his restless mind cooled down when she started singing. That was why he liked to hear her soaring

When she hit those emotional parts, her eyes would start tearing up. She was able to feel what she was

I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will. Will you still Love me when I’m no longer beautiful? Dear Lord, when I get to heaven, please Let me bring my man. When he comes, tell me that you’ll let

deep as the ocean;

finished off with

you still Love me

and angelic, as tender as a baby’s skin, and as soft