Sweet were the days of wine and roses.
Sweet was the wine and beautiful were
the roses. The love that we had could
not be compared.
It happened one day - I can not remember
when. The wine turned bitter, the roses
died and the love we had - just vanished
The wine can be sweet and the love can be
divine. The roses can be beautiful, but if they
are not nourished, they can die...
written by Lucilla M. Carrillo