There were days of sweet roses, the kind that perfumes your soul.
Not only did it lighten your heart, its beauty was a vision to behold.
She remembers another spring from another time,
There were not only the roses, but flowers of every kind,
Of full bloom, buds crowned tender and dew-kissed shoots.
When the leaves out grew the branches, and the little dew-kissed buds bloomed a little more,
The Garden became a trove of nature’s prized attraction.
In that place of beauteous surroundings,
He asked her to marry him.
It seemed the perfect time, a wonderland of euphoria,
She said yes, for not only did the perfumed garden feed her hungry soul,
It added an enchantment to her dew-kissed love.
They were the remnants of a time past gone,
When Spring preceded Winter,
When love rose amongst the flowers,
Fresh as dew,
Blooming in its wakeness,
And remained true forever more.