When the roses have faded
with naught left but thorns
will this love be rekindled,
forgotten, or scorned?

In the moments so fleeting
the heart must prepare
for the fading of feeling
when soul is left bare.

When the petals have fallen
to flutter away
will the memories be carried
or buried away?

The fragrance will linger
long after it dies
caught in breezes awakening
tears from the eyes.

Spilling colors in shadows
that beckon in sleep
sparking life from the echoes
that dreams dare to keep.

When the cold whispers heartache
will blossoms be perished…
or rise once again
to be harbored and cherished?

When love takes its root
in the soil of forgiving
harsh seasons will pass
yet the garden keeps living.