Red roses from a love
Full blown passion's hue
Shortlived the flowers
Our moments fleet through.
Red roses from a love
Warm their longing embrace
Each ephemeral petal falls
Memories only a trace.
Red roses from My Love
Wilting and I am so afraid
But now the Love endures
'Tis only the roses that fade.
1 comment:
Ah passion fades, roses wilt, love dies, memories remain. What foolishness the thought that first love never ends? It all passes on the altar of pragmatism. Love yourself if you want to remain in love always....No other constant in life... Somewhere_someone@myway.com
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