My Yellow Rose

My Yellow Rose is gone from me,
A victim of the frost,
When winter’s wind has scourged the land,
And everything seems lost,
The world is bleak and featureless,
And life is bare in scope,
My garden is in dormancy,
Without a ray of hope.

I don’t believe in what they say,
That deep down in the earth,
Is a seed of love that holds within,
The promise of rebirth.

Late winter winds keep up the chill,
But the sun peeps through the clouds,
And occasionally, a burst of warmth,
Will thaw away the shrouds,
The garden’s still in silence now,
But in the new sun’s beams
Are rays of hope awakening,
From unremembered dreams.

Perhaps there’s truth in what they say,
That deep down in the earth,
Is a seed of love that holds within,
The promise of rebirth.

The early spring brings verdant hues,
With buds and sprigs of grass,
The snow is all but melted now,
As the pain of loss will pass,
And though I never shall forget,
What my Rose meant to me,
I’ve come in time to realize,
That what will be will be.

I think there’s truth in what they say,
That deep down in the earth,
Is a seed of love that holds within,
The promise of rebirth.

My garden’s filled with beauty now,
The flowers bloom in May,
And though my Yellow Rose is gone,
She left me a bouquet,
I see her vision everywhere,
She’s watching, I suppose,
The glory here reminds me of,
My Blue-Eyed Yellow Rose.

I know now what they say is true,
That deep down in the earth,
Is a seed of love that holds within,
The promise of rebirth.

Virtus junxit, mors non separabat

(Virtue joins, death does not separate)