When I Bring Her Roses All the Time

© 2007 Jeff Lynch

And though there are thorns enough
When I bring her roses all the time,
For all such beauty is so made
To last only for this precious time.
And though the fiercest winter comes
As the planet spins out from the sun,
I know the day will never come
When we two, are not as one.


 

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