Bring Me Roses
The days of our youth
now seem so long ago
and in this generational truth
I only want to know
would you bring me roses?
as you did back then
when love bloomed in spring throws
and it's just a memory returned again?
A smile in sweeteners gentle perfumes
of the lives that lay ahead
now far behind us in dreams exhumed
when May and June hang on a thin thread.
Bring me roses once again
from the gardens that you tend
be my lover and my friend
my companion to the very end.
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