Winters Fading Rose
And ALas Growing Old
And the rose is growingn Cold
Yet passoin's Fire she has known
And it has warmed her very bones
And she is such the wise.
Yet tears do stain her eyes
Yet Warmth will come again.
For this is not the end.
The Rose will again bloom,
And warmth to return soon.
A gentleman come along.
Treat her the right not wrong.
And winters rose the spring,
To ever blom and sing.
( I seldom write of Love GOne Bad or Unrequitted Love,
I know it is there, I seldom write of it, I just dont like to.
But I do on occasion.)
By Jones
© 2008 Jones
(All rights reserved)
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