Post date: Oct 20, 2012 11:19:42 PM
From the garden, I stood
Where I found a rose.
A rose with such a beauty.
A beauty that no one knows.
I know if I pick the rose,
I must find its match.
So I jumped on my horse
To ride 'cross the countryside.
I searched,
And I searched,
And I continued to search,
To find a beauty to match
Thy rose.
I woke to realize that it was
All but a dream . . . or was it?
For as I lifted my head I saw a
Beauty that matched thy rose.
As she passed by, I realized that I could
not let this beauty pass . . . and that beauty was you, my sweet love.