These dewy roses, my darling,
Go dull, they shall, this evening.
But no, guard the faith,
For these proclaim a love,
That gets afresh,
With every smile on your face.
When we are in each other's arms,
the world's forgotten;
And our souls mate,
Putting every ounce of love begotten.
Fate though it's we met,
Love we feel is hard to forget,
Tormenting us every second we're apart,
In togetherness, silencing one till other depart.
So much to say, yet no words form,
Bail in the throat too hard to swallow;
The goodbyes sure do ring shallow,
Tears of our hearts, the eyes borrow.
And these roses, my darling,
Go dull, they shall, this evening,
Fear not my love,
For these bespeak a love,
Renewed just with your passing glance.
Yes, the blood red roses, my darling,
When tomorrow brings,
Shall be as fresh as my love, I promise...
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