Broken glass crushed among one rose once red with love, in those days of wine and roses when you gave your love to me. Glasses of crystal, filled with wine, dripping over never forgotten bliss, yes! those days of wine and roses, when we pledged ourselves to always be true in word and change. Candle flickering, covered over with nights of loving surrender, in those days of wine and roses. Years stand before me, as I walk among ruins, remembering those days of wine and roses, and your eyes of blue glowing. So many years you have been gone, so many times I feel you near, I can almost feel your touch after a thunderstorm, rainbows brighten, remembering your eyes so blue.