I see its beauty fade
As the rose hangs there
To a
dark dead jade
From lightest life green.
Its petals lose their pink
And I cannot mind
Its gentle stink
As
it passes on.
Were it not for flame
He would lose colour
Be
one in the same
As this rose I see.
Take the flesh, earthly bound
And change it to ash,
In a jar to the ground
And cover with
stone and name.
And above the lovers
Of
mankind's rose
A teary cloud hovers
Never to end or pass.
All we have are memories
And
pictures filled with love
None but the knowing sees
And minds that wonder why.
But this rose I keep
From the
saddest of grievers
Shall forever make me weep
And help me to recall.
Should its petals dry and break
I would still keep it
And to it add the one I will take
When
with him she does lie.
Forever shall I know
The beauty of
this faded rose
That will
never grow
But will always be love.