The Rose that Grows

The rose that grows
I see in you,
a morning love,
a cool fresh dew.
The spring of love
for you and me,
the rose in you
I often see.
And as it buds
and petals show,
I loved with you,
our love did grow.
And through the summer
you shone with me,
the rose so red
for all to see.
But in god time
that rose did die,
love fell apart,
we said goodbye.
so like the rose,
I help you see,
the rose, it died
when you left me.

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