As the years rolled past and his hair turned gray, <br /> He never was lonely again, <br /> For often he caught that fragrance so sweet <br /> And knew she was still close to him. <br /> <br /> Then, one evening, she came with arms outstretched <br /> As she beckoned, "it's time, dear, to go." <br /> He breathed his last breath and followed her, <br /> Through the years he had loved her so. <br /> <br /> When they found his cold body next morning <br /> His face set in peaceful repose, <br /> Someone said, "What's this?" and on the floor, <br /> Lay the petals of a lovely red rose.<br /><br />LaVey Adams Alexander<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ballad-of-the-red-rose-cont/
