فينوس
21-10-2005, 02:03 AM
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White Roses
The two of them there all alone, pale pink lit up the room.
He couldnt help remembering the day he was her groom.
He looked at her remembering beyond the day when things
were carefree. young and laughingly they played upon park swings.
" When we grow up", you always said..." I ll marry only you"!
And so you did my sweetest girl , the day we said I do.
As years went by from playing games we saw a different life,
the day did come and I took you to be my wedded wife.
But remember when we were still kids?
That flower I gave you?
A pretty white and fragrant rose...
You loved them and still do.
The prom we made together and stole the dancing scene,
A white rose gracing your fair hair, I know, I because I pinned it there.
Our photo graph is yellow now and faded with the time
That was the night, the very hour I knew you would be mine...
That cold but sunny December day...We took our sacred vows
and if I could live it all over again...I would do the same thing now.
The music played our wedding song...and I looked down the aisle
and there you were adorned to wed and wore a beautiful smile
You floated down to stand by me
I took your hand in mine...
We spoke into each others hearts
We vowed our love devine.
I almost smell your sweet bouquet of white roses that you carried
And so the scene was set that day , when you and I were married.
I still can see you standing there ...your face was all aglow
You didnt cover it with a veil
A crown of white roses entwined in your your hair
A crown of them yes ! if my memory serves me right
Oh what a picture you were
A promise of a life delight
And you were my bride and will forever be
I will be right by your side
What a special time and at that very hour
from your bridal boquet you handed me a flower.
We took our vows and kissed hello
and then began our life together.
When I would pass a garden on my way home to you each night
Sometime I would stop and pick a white rose to bring to you my wife.
He looked at her as a tear slid down his old, lined face...
He had to touch her hand
The hand he held so long ago still wore the gold wedding band.
You feel so cold my dearest one
And he bent over her and hovered
I will fetch for your warmth our old grey woolen cover.
I wont be but a little while . .
He looked at her Did he see a slight smile?
he pulled his old worn coat around him so tight
and hurried to town to back before night
it was another cold December day
and snow laid on the ground
And no where in the village white roses could be found
He searched everywhere . . .
Looked high and low ...winter chill in his face.
A small shop door opened His heart picked up pace!.
"A white Rose for my bride, I'll take one, if you please".
He hurried in great haste through wind and ice and snow . . .
Just wait , he thought aloud,
'til she sees this perfect flower I found for her to hold!
He gently placed it in her hand . . . the one that wore the gold
Now all the village knew of this great love
and no one knows to this very day
'ceptin God who's up above.
He looked and saw upon a chair ...
a blanket of white roses there
"Oh look my darling", he said with a sigh
and the tears were glistening in his old eyes
So gently he went to spread over her to keep her warm,
the blanket he found there
and he bent down and touched her lips
and touched her graying hair.
Another day they stood alone twas on the day of bliss
and with each look of tenderness said hello with a warm kiss
With eyes of love he looked at her and said I do love you
The time has come now and we must part
but you'll live forever in this old mans heart...
So softly he whispered to her
I'll be seeing you soon ... so be there for me
and softly he kissed her good bye...
He went out in the cold leaving her there alone
and remembered a last word, something he needed to say to her.
He went back inside and stood there a while
Oh, what was it I wanted to say...?
You know me love, so forgetful these days.
and then he recalled !
With his trembling hands he
pulled an old worn pouch from his pocket.
Seemed a bit of dust grew in there,
With unsure movements he removed it's contents...
All brown and faded were old rose petals.
He had kept the rose from her wedding bouquet
all those years...
" I'd like you to keep this for me sweetheart", he whispered.
"Give it back to me when I meet you again . .
Be seein' you soon honey . . . be there when I get there, my love
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*
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White Roses
The two of them there all alone, pale pink lit up the room.
He couldnt help remembering the day he was her groom.
He looked at her remembering beyond the day when things
were carefree. young and laughingly they played upon park swings.
" When we grow up", you always said..." I ll marry only you"!
And so you did my sweetest girl , the day we said I do.
As years went by from playing games we saw a different life,
the day did come and I took you to be my wedded wife.
But remember when we were still kids?
That flower I gave you?
A pretty white and fragrant rose...
You loved them and still do.
The prom we made together and stole the dancing scene,
A white rose gracing your fair hair, I know, I because I pinned it there.
Our photo graph is yellow now and faded with the time
That was the night, the very hour I knew you would be mine...
That cold but sunny December day...We took our sacred vows
and if I could live it all over again...I would do the same thing now.
The music played our wedding song...and I looked down the aisle
and there you were adorned to wed and wore a beautiful smile
You floated down to stand by me
I took your hand in mine...
We spoke into each others hearts
We vowed our love devine.
I almost smell your sweet bouquet of white roses that you carried
And so the scene was set that day , when you and I were married.
I still can see you standing there ...your face was all aglow
You didnt cover it with a veil
A crown of white roses entwined in your your hair
A crown of them yes ! if my memory serves me right
Oh what a picture you were
A promise of a life delight
And you were my bride and will forever be
I will be right by your side
What a special time and at that very hour
from your bridal boquet you handed me a flower.
We took our vows and kissed hello
and then began our life together.
When I would pass a garden on my way home to you each night
Sometime I would stop and pick a white rose to bring to you my wife.
He looked at her as a tear slid down his old, lined face...
He had to touch her hand
The hand he held so long ago still wore the gold wedding band.
You feel so cold my dearest one
And he bent over her and hovered
I will fetch for your warmth our old grey woolen cover.
I wont be but a little while . .
He looked at her Did he see a slight smile?
he pulled his old worn coat around him so tight
and hurried to town to back before night
it was another cold December day
and snow laid on the ground
And no where in the village white roses could be found
He searched everywhere . . .
Looked high and low ...winter chill in his face.
A small shop door opened His heart picked up pace!.
"A white Rose for my bride, I'll take one, if you please".
He hurried in great haste through wind and ice and snow . . .
Just wait , he thought aloud,
'til she sees this perfect flower I found for her to hold!
He gently placed it in her hand . . . the one that wore the gold
Now all the village knew of this great love
and no one knows to this very day
'ceptin God who's up above.
He looked and saw upon a chair ...
a blanket of white roses there
"Oh look my darling", he said with a sigh
and the tears were glistening in his old eyes
So gently he went to spread over her to keep her warm,
the blanket he found there
and he bent down and touched her lips
and touched her graying hair.
Another day they stood alone twas on the day of bliss
and with each look of tenderness said hello with a warm kiss
With eyes of love he looked at her and said I do love you
The time has come now and we must part
but you'll live forever in this old mans heart...
So softly he whispered to her
I'll be seeing you soon ... so be there for me
and softly he kissed her good bye...
He went out in the cold leaving her there alone
and remembered a last word, something he needed to say to her.
He went back inside and stood there a while
Oh, what was it I wanted to say...?
You know me love, so forgetful these days.
and then he recalled !
With his trembling hands he
pulled an old worn pouch from his pocket.
Seemed a bit of dust grew in there,
With unsure movements he removed it's contents...
All brown and faded were old rose petals.
He had kept the rose from her wedding bouquet
all those years...
" I'd like you to keep this for me sweetheart", he whispered.
"Give it back to me when I meet you again . .
Be seein' you soon honey . . . be there when I get there, my love
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