She Did Not Awake
I walked through the garden this morning,
And picked a lovely rose with the scent of passion.
A scent of love a heavenly scent her and I were meant to be.
Walking over to where she sleeps an angel before me a beauty to keep a love I forever want to weep.
I in my hand lay the rose where she sleeps and kiss her cheek.
Looking for a little romace to enhance my heart beat.
A note like a song not done may it be her and me together it be,
just her and me.