TheParagon

There's a cool breeze
As I look down below
I pluck a rose and smell the sweet bouquet
The fragile petal inside glows
An image of your beauty.
Kneeling down I clasp the memory
As a petal falls silently to the ground of maybe
Where thou the heart of the memory
Where thou the thought of the tragedy.
I bow my head for it to be raised again.
The gentle touch of a warm embrace
Glow within my heart retrace
The memory of the tender kiss
Now blown away by the gentle breeze
In hope, one day of your return
My tear will fall, until you are no-more
And only then shall I seek eternally
There's a cool breeze
As I look down below
I pluck a rose and smell the sweet bouquet.
The fragile petal inside glows
An image of your beauty.