It will not wilt nor ever lose
the petals of her heart.
Tis a symbol of everlasting love,
this red rose that he gave.
Without thoughts of expectations,
or conditions to be made.
He was the only one who could save her
from the valley of lost love.
She offered her hand and he gave her
the love she desired from only him.
They sailed the world in their dreams,
in crystal blue waters they swam.
The waters caressed them, so real it seems,
Lovers they were in far off lands.
A rose garden they created together
from the love they so quickly gave.
In trust without promises,
Only living in the moment.
Moments of deep love they shared,
Of love so needed by each.
Romantic and caring, like no other,
did her soul ever reach.
Compassion she has for the one so loved,
As she lingers in the garden of roses.
Gentle breezes lift up the fallen petals,
her hand reaching out to see if they return,
To caress her face with softness so sweet,
and the fragrance from the rose of love given,
May yet give her back the memories,
of once walking here with him.
Her friend in life,
her beloved in heart,
her soul’s lover,
Sadly did they part.
The taste of Rose’ still lingers on her lips,
a song from the rose still in her heart.
Is he wandering to other places where she cannot ever go?
Will she have only memories of such a short lived joy?
Just beyond the curtains of white gossamer lace,
lie the petals of the mysteries that enfold him to her heart.
Whither he wanders,
whither he goes,
in her heart he remains
With the red red rose
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