Our love
Was a precious rose
Soft and fragrant
But faded
With the seasons
We long
To say it again
Say it
In different words
That for which we thirst
Is right here
And all the places
We have walked
Are in its wake
© Ann Bagnall
Our love
Was a precious rose
Soft and fragrant
But faded
With the seasons
We long
To say it again
Say it
In different words
That for which we thirst
Is right here
And all the places
We have walked
Are in its wake
© Ann Bagnall