The Rose


He loved me
He loved me not
He loved me
When I saw him again
I couldn't scream nor cry
And I never knew why
Hugging my body
There's a chill in the air
Looking up at me his death-defying stare
I remember the times of bad and good
He gave me a flower
So I understood
He picked the flower on Valentine's Day
A single red rose
That would soon die away
So as I stand there and stare at the rose in his hand
I knew I could cry
Only because
It was time to say goodbye

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