Before The Roses Bloom Again Poem by David Harris

You said goodbye,
said that we would not see
each other again.
You said that love had departed,
a long, long time ago,
and now our world, was nothing but make-believe.
A routine fantasy,
for others to believe,
that we were happy.

So before the roses bloom again,
we are saying our goodbyes,
and discarding our fakes disguises,
we have worn so long.
If we move away,
no one will ever know
we are both starting over,
in worlds far apart.
So before the roses bloom again,
we will have found new love to start again.



26 May 2007