The Rose
The way you laugh
the way you cry
I look at our life through your eyes
at your smile
the way you glance at me
my emotions have never flown so free
our love grows strong everyday
and will continue till we are grey
ill let you know you have stolen my heart
in hope that we will never part
for our love is like a rose
when a petal falls off another one grows
it will never die nor get cold
the rose is the same when it gets old
the roots are strong they absorb the love
from the heavens up above
as the winter rolls near
we cuddle together
to keep us warm through the weather
we talk of memories of the past
we now know our love will forever last
~Michael Jerome Foy