Aging, remembering, contentment, life is like a rose. The flower dies. An end to a full life in a, frosty night. Cold, lifeless, an ending. The flower returns to the earth, from where it came.
Life is like a rose.
On an evening I was blue, I was praying for romance, and suddenly, there were you. A song, of endless age. I can remember my thoughts, How quickly they ran through, And I recall every laugh, I have ever had with you. And if our flower is fading, A lasting memory of you my sweet, will be in my heart remaining. A rose so red and full of life, and fragrant beyond sensing, This rose, is for you my sweet, my love is never ending.