The Single Rose

Is she my rose? I'l never know.. From sunup to sundown Leaves whistle, sway and blow Falling like my doubts, Fading out of summers hold Does she even really care? Or am I just there in the same but different boat? Life will always carry pain..this I know But atleast I could endure pain with hope as a fast float Nothing is what it seems but to me I guess it's just a dream. Like every guitar I ever owned .. and within it, carved a single rose Of the one I let go and get away Down the stream it goes.. I guess that's all she wrote