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Memory Of A Rose
I sit here holding fallen petals
Naught but a tender memory of a rose
This flower may have faded away
Still our love continues to grow
Soft leaves in hues of pale viridian
Have begun to softly hang so low
Like the tears that have passed us over
Still our love continues to grow
Its fragile stems are giving way
To the hands of time that we all know
Clinging to its youthful stance
Still our love continues to grow
Sweet babies breath turns its shade
Slowly losing some of its ivory glow
As I recall this precious beauty
Still our love continues to grow
Many things in life will change
Someday my love we shall grow old
Nothing can change the beauty of a heart
As our love continues to grow
~THE FLOWING PEN~
4-04-04
The Rose 
Naught but a tender memory of a rose
This flower may have faded away
Still our love continues to grow
Soft leaves in hues of pale viridian
Have begun to softly hang so low
Like the tears that have passed us over
Still our love continues to grow
Its fragile stems are giving way
To the hands of time that we all know
Clinging to its youthful stance
Still our love continues to grow
Sweet babies breath turns its shade
Slowly losing some of its ivory glow
As I recall this precious beauty
Still our love continues to grow
Many things in life will change
Someday my love we shall grow old
Nothing can change the beauty of a heart
As our love continues to grow
~THE FLOWING PEN~
4-04-04
The Rose
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Memory Of A Rose
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