Like a rose.
Though any other breath, the silence kills one sigh, will fly away my burning tears, burning bright; my forever love will conquer all and all that's ours is more than great the greatest love of all.
But our future will be bleak.
As any other rose, my love will one day, will wilt away his greying years, greying light; his soft red cheeks will dim and fall and all that's left is nothing much nothing much at all.
