As the morning rain covers a rose, So shall my

love for you grow. In time, though the petals may

fade, my love for you will forever remain. A rose

wilts, droops, and loses its color, And though time

passes us by you will always be my lover. We may

wrinkle, old age will set in, But forever and more, you

will remain my lover and friend. The heart will

outlast, it endures many things. There is pain, perhaps

bitterness, but oh what a deep love it can bring. You want

to shout, tell the world, He is my man, I am his

girl. You want to hold tightly forever never release, He

is your life, your world, your inner peace. And

as the rose wilts, droops, and loses its

color, we will always have each other.

© Cynthia Clark