The Red Rose Declines

The red rose declines as sunsets fade in time The distance spreads before me On a twilight summer eve. Days of the sweetest bliss Symphonies of a kiss Still lingers in my soul I never had a love like that before. It was like emerald skies With silvers moons The mystery of the quiet still And soft melodic tunes. Shards of glass scattered Across the beautiful expanse Her love master, romance Moments that truly mattered. Flaming sun chariots Falls in her eyes Cast the dye Sweet child of Arias. Visions of slanted monsoons and the scent of her perfume blowing on an aromatic breeze across blue jeweled streams. Still, the red rose declines cruel the fate of time and love is fleeting stealing one last evening.