Only the Rose

You know there's that little place in the inner wrist where it's so soft and tender? Where I need your touch; Where I touch you Wrist to wrist,no-one will notice; But we notice, I feel your pulse beating, Or is it mine? Take the rose, Take the rose for your table. And when you see it Remember, Remember everything What we said, What we never said but implied, And only the rose will listen As you sing your song The rose will be there In the heart's garden Dreaming, Dreaming us back into being. As we fade gently away With evening time.