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.
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