The wilting rose of love once sweet,
Sat before us now in dying dread.
Aged promises of when we shall meet,
As now petals fall on her lover’s head.
Battles fought and lives began,
Flowers bloom and fade away.
Her loved one’s call forever rang,
But still the rose lies here today.
As petals fall and leaves dry,
Our rose lingers, clutching weakly to life.
She knows in her soul that he will die,
Her heart will forever pay the price.
With courageous strength the war was won,
Though she will be without her beloved one.
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