The Rose
The Rose
My heart aches, my knees are weak
Losing this sorrow is all that I seek
Dreams of the future now only regrets
Alone without you is as bad as it gets.
My dreams for love only needed a name
So I gave them yours, but now such a shame
You’re gone from my life as fast as you came
That it’s just not to be is such as shame.
Your life will unfold as it’s meant to be
Too bad there’ll never be a “you and me”
It could have been what love’s all about
That you are the “one” I have no doubt.
I long for you to have given us a chance
To see if there could be true romance.
Sadness is now the theme of my prose
But don’t let it be said:
“I never sent you a rose”.
