I Plucked a Dozen Roses Alone At Nightfall

Written by: Rick Parise

I Plucked a Dozen Roses Alone At Nightfall

I took an old poem that reminds me of you 

I wrote it a dozen times hoping it would come true

You were my Summer and I was your Spring

Where rivers ran endless and sunlight reigned  


I took an old poem of flowering light

And walked through the forest with you by my side

With Summer's sweet crimson and Springtime's sweet call

I plucked a dozen roses alone at nightfall