The image of me

Does he kiss you like I used to kiss you
Does he hold you like I used to do
Does he dine you and wine you does his kiss remind you
Of me when our love was still new

Does he love you like I've always loved you
Is he worried like I used to be
Would you take him and break him and finally forsake him
And make him the image of me

Has he reach the point where he'll walk the floor
And waits for you to come home
Does he ever get blue like I used to
How does he feel when you're gone

Will he miss you like I've always miss you
Will he long for the things that can't be
Will love leave an ember he'll always remember
Well then he's the image of me