Remember in the springtime when the Rose’s were in bloom?

The garden was soaked with rain drops,  and was alive with their perfume.

You promised me your heart,  kissed my lips and promised we would never part.

But as springtime turned to summer,  and autumn filled the air,  then winter froze the the roses.

You said you didn’t care.

Once a thing of beauty can now only bring me pain,  when I see springtime bring the roses in the rain…

C. Burgess (c)