Our Love is like a rose.
It started to bud, and then to blossom;
I thought that it could, be truly awesome.
But winter came, and with it frost;
and now it seems, forever lost.
Just like a rose.
The blossom's gone, the flower wilted;
and now I know, I have been jilted.
I tried to be warm, you got cold inside;
now love is lost, and so is my pride.
Like the plant, that bears the flower;
winter's come, I've lost the power;
to keep the rose.
Soon comes spring, a new season.
Will it bring, a new reason;
to try and grow, and start anew?
I wish that I, but only knew.
Now is the time, I must be brave.
Long in my heart, will I save;
The memory of a rose.
© Jim Bullen 1985