I’ll never walk this path again
To smell the roses, fragrant sweet.
Their petals with their memories,
Lie trampled now beneath my feet.
I grew the roses just for you.
Their beauty always made you smile,
And yet their beauty, like your love,
Was mine for such a little while.
I’ve lost all hope since you’ve been gone.
I’m like a large and empty room,
And I can’t help but shed a tear
Each time I see a rose in bloom.
May 8, 1983
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