The Rose Story
From 7th ‘til now, roses told out story;
I wonder how it will come to end; in pain or glory?
The beginning of us is in shades of yellow,
It was summer time.
A time of joy and so much care. You had me at hello,
But I never fathomed you would ever be mine.
Our yellow rose was soon tipped in red,
I was falling for you.
You were the weaver and I your thread.
My heart was woven once more; anew.
Then it turned a complete red hue
Filled with love and so much passion.
My world was going right, if only you knew;
Yet my whole heart would soon...