A Dew Drop On a Rose In Bloom

Away from the teeming millions, Away from the surge of life unharmed: On the moist lips of a fragrant rose: He balanced himself and lived on. A madman lover, blind to reason, Hopeless infatuation in storm and calm, Thinking only of her, his love, so sweet. Her glow of youth, her exquisite charm, Her petals a cradle of comfort and form, A golden bed for a lover forlorn. But no happiness can, forever, endure, The joys of love have the shortest span, And so the rose was plucked away Her fragrance to adorn a bridal costume’ She gave him a parting kiss of pain And she dropped him like a falling star From eyes filled with tears and gloom. She left him the memory of the life he lived On the moist lips of a fragrant rose.