I often sit where roses bloom
And the sunbeams dance on my face;
Here, sensing your presence
In this, our own special place.
On days when I'm feeling lonely
Relaxing, I dream of the past
Midst the fragance of wild roses,
Where memories forever will last.
Time can't erase the beauty
Of a love that was deep and true;
In this garden I find my solace
Recalling sweet moments with you.
Darkness falls, rose petals close,
I wipe a tear from my face,
But treasure each day I spend
Here in our own special place.
Copyright Marian Jones 2002
Used with writer's permission