Ghost Roses So Many Past Given Poem by Terence George Craddock

Words will last longer than a real red rose
scent will enter into other lives as will we
this does not mean I never gave you a rose

I give you roses before you sleep first in my heart
before I slept also this giving has already happened
I walk with you often throughout your my our day

our days end upon perfume breath of roses
roses wait for us in paradise our evenings
scattered rose red petals perfume our sleep