That beautiful rose
It once adorned
Our breakfast table
Dried, it brought happy tears
Memories in a scrapbook
Now lays forgotten
Along with the memories
On the rubbish heap
Of our lives
The whirlwind desires
Of a cheating heart
Swept through our lives
Left us all asking why
Praying for a dawn
The never touches
Everyone's life

And the rose
That everlasting symbol
Of our love
Proved to be
Just as ephemeral
As your faith
And we two
Just as broken
Blown in the wind
And forgotten