The perfect rose.

Grow wing with me, for a tormented heart would so reside if you say no to my intent, love it flys the ways of birds across the great decent, and as I form the wildest flowers to flourish in each your open eyes, we may hold each other close and swift across the skies,

Eventually we are additional to the earth and may lay resting in our sleep, the bodies cease the essence of soul bound for the skies above but the memories longing live within our kindred hearts for love,

Consider a grave personalized with all your beloved enclosed May it be a silver ring, a glove or perfect rose, a poem that was deeply bedded in the coursing of your veins, the wooden houses we accompany when death it yealds and reigns

How must a word retain more hope in passing please those very souls, for thou has written how to cope against this coffin walls Death is almost daunting, but dreams of life still soldier on, And I've more breath within my lungs to see the sights of many dawns, so be what will the definition, of light towards that resting place, for I and you have seen each word and had a smile and pretty face

Consequently I have fallen, in and out of loves pasture full to air For I had loved his eyes of blue Thou now they are not there, Imagine every sunset, that he had encased within his mind, oh so soft and bitter sweet such love their of its kind, To loath the ending words their used, when said is better off alone Yet finds in life it wasn't so, and make a peaceful grin, That love was strong enough with courage to braze each word within,

I shall be accompanied by a pianist and move with sound along the waves, and you , you shall be the one, for my love that craves I loved you with a sence of knowing that it would burn and leave a scar, I knew within my heart each moment that you felt so close but even far .