A teardrop fell upon the rose
That she held close to her heart.
In sympathy, the petals closed,
That she held close to her heart.
In sympathy, the petals closed,
As she saw her love at rest.
The rose it seemed to feel her pain
As one by one her petals fell
And upon the stem of thorns,
As one by one her petals fell
And upon the stem of thorns,
Now fell the pouring rain.
Bending down, she picked the petals
And to herself, she drew them near;
She saw, in the rose, her broken heart
And on the petal, her fallen tear.
And to herself, she drew them near;
She saw, in the rose, her broken heart
And on the petal, her fallen tear.
Between the pages of a book,
She placed the petals tenderly
And the rose, it shed a tear,
As if it cried in sympathy.
She placed the petals tenderly
And the rose, it shed a tear,
As if it cried in sympathy.
The words, on the pages read,
Forever, my love, remember me
And when you see a rose of red,
Remember, love, to remember me.
Forever, my love, remember me
And when you see a rose of red,
Remember, love, to remember me.
Submitted by Gloria Sarasin from Trinity, North Carolina
(www.silentwords.com
'Wish My Life still Beautiful'
