Along That Path Where The Roses Grew Poem by Daniel Richards

Can i wake with the morning dew?
A simple but no- fulfilling replacement of you
I close my eyes and kiss you
The air between my lips and the memory you here
But its not the shape or form i recall of you
And from bed i fall and through the skies i see a lonely view

I once had a miss that i held so true
A beauty of perfection a princess beau
But like vapour she slipped from grasp
One day i’l fid the way and make it anew
She was the idol i worshipped
Where she stepped, on the path roses grew
Now there petals fall frozen by morning mist

But in my mind like a photograph
I see her standing with me,
But it feels like centuries ago the day has past
How long can i lie?
How long can i misbelieve
That one day she will walk back to me
Along that path where the roses grew
leading back to my bed with the morning dew