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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 |