All the roses are gone
For this year again
His calculated words
She almost cried
How cruel was this
Him telling her this
But she stood still
She knew his mind
And she understood
Surely he knew it
Yet was denying it
Like he always had
One rose was forever free
Taken from this garden
Given to her dear love
Days were cruel as usual
Doors opening and closing
Her mind racing behind
This heart here shivering
Things would get worst
She knew it, written
In her tears flowing
Down her face, because
Since the roses passed
Twice in a row
She had stayed here
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