The Old Rose Each Day I'm Dissipating away My words like petals Strewn Not ashore, but washed Away Fading memory (not moments) And random thoughts askew Yet, something remains in Me And Thats You. If I Live on And Breathe Alive Its your eternal Feel That lets Me survive As it hangs About With passing Time What keeps me ticking Is You For whom This Heart is beating. You in Me Is still fragrant And This Rose didn't perish It is still resplendent Standing on its slender stalk Waiting for you to pluck Taking away with Himself All and Only for Him To in His Heart tuck.. |
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