A rose is like our love, my
dear,
Which started as a bud,
As time passed on, it opened up,
We
seemed to know it would.
The petals are so soft to touch,
And drops of
water gleam,
The rose, just like our love, is sweet,
Its fragrance -
like a dream.
Its beauty touches all who see,
The life within the
Rose.
Just like our love - it's blooming still,
We always felt it
so.
You've captured my heart with a rose,
Though captured it had
been.
You simply made me love you more,
Fulfilling all my dreams.
I
Love You.....still
