Deep Roses That Wrapped Our Love, Tis' Not Forgot
Deep Roses That Wrapped Our Love, Tis' Not Forgot
Forgotten, the days of thunder that we once knew,
Long ago, red roses bloomed in our gardened spot,
And everything beautiful reminded me of you;
Deep roses that wrapped our love, tis' not forgot,
Nor the soft gracing winds that on our lives blew;
When morning and night's glory were our sweet lot.
Yet even in that paradise Fate held deeply bound,
A poison weed in our fine garden did grow,
Awaiting its sad day by you to be found;
Alas! How could its bitterness and hate you ever know,
When in its music was held such a beautiful sound;
And false pride discreetly hid in its every show.
Remembered, despite bitterness that destroyed our all,
The soothing sound of your voice singing,
Praises for the many blessings decorating our hall;
Forever that melody remains with its honeyed ringing,
Softly with love trembling within each song's call;
As if somehow you knew destruction it was bringing.
Forgotten, the days of thunder that we once knew,
Long ago, red roses bloomed in our gardened spot,
And everything beautiful reminded me of you;
Deep roses that wrapped our love, tis' not forgot!
R.J. Lindley
Jan 20th, 1977
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