Another rose.

There'll always be a place for you
I never could forget, it's built with loves sweet bloomery, with no longer loves regret,

Its fashoned by the heavens guards, they longer stand around, for love belonging to us both
Lays steady I have found

There can be no avoiding love
It simply has a way and room, I once cut roses from our garden, fully aware that they might gloom,

Providing that you still love me
For the reason's come, and passing by, but the seasons carry the love I'm  told, and roses bloom and never die,

Just remember that I've held you, in a place
That keeps thee well, a place of peace and love for always, a garden guarded in heavens dwell,

Its the promise of forever, one fine day
that garden looms, for I cannot contend to lose another rose, where of course it blooms.