I brought you roses in the Spring
The evening of our senior prom;
A rose corsage upon your dress
and you, a vision, on my arm.
I brought you roses, then, in June,
the day that was our wedding day.
How lovely did you look in White
and in your arms a rose bouquet.
I brought you roses then in Fall,
A day remembered well and best;
A celebration of a birth,
our newborn baby at your breast.
I bring you roses one last time,
my spirit caught in Winter’s grasp.
You lie there still as if you slept.
I brought you roses, dearest Love,
For a promise made is a promise kept
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 9:53 AM UTC
I brought you roses in the Spring
The evening of our senior prom;
A rose corsage upon your dress
and you, a vision, on my arm.
I brought you roses, then, in June,
the day that was our wedding day.
How lovely did you look in White
and in your arms a rose bouquet.
I brought you roses then in Fall,
A day remembered well and best;
A celebration of a birth,
our newborn baby at your breast.
I bring you roses one last time,
my spirit caught in Winter’s grasp.
You lie there still as if you slept.
I brought you roses, dearest Love,
For a promise made is a promise kept
A flower for all
Seasons
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