old lovers
Beauty's Rose
Will never die,
Fresh as Spring,
To the eye.
Beauty's Rose
Never fades,
In memory
Of brighter Days.
Raise your glass
To times gone past,
Raise your glass
To Loveliness.
Beauty's Rose
Blooms in Winter,
Beauty's Rose
Blooms for Lovers.
Old as those Lovers may be
Beauty's Rose blooms,
Blooms eternally.
Raise your glass to times gone past,
Raise your glass to loveliness...
Loveliness.
nice poem,love roses