Red, red rose, she blew her breath <br />Fingers, it’s stem she caressed <br />Then she closed her eyes and breathed the fragrance in <br />Tell me red, red rose, where does love end <br /> <br />She placed the rose, gently against her lips <br />She plucked a single petal, with finger tips <br />And as the wind caught and carried up high <br />Tell me red, red rose, can love it fly <br /> <br />Slowly one by one, each petal fell <br />Upon the last in her eye, a tear it swelled <br />And then she sighed as she asked to her self <br />Tell me red, red rose, is for love, is this what’s left <br /> <br />Red, red rose, red, red rose <br />You stand for love you should know <br />Should we hold on tight with all our might <br />Must one day we let go <br /> <br />Red, red rose, red, red rose <br />Your petals fly in the breeze <br />If I let go, red, red rose <br />What becomes of me. <br /> <br />Copyright 2006 Bill Simmons <br />aka BillWilliamStar <br />BillWilliamStar@aol.com<br /><br />Bill Simmons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red-red-rose/
