WHEN LOVE WITHERS & GROWS COLD by Rudy T.© 

I remember when you buried me with roses to express your love for me ~ how sweet the smell of loves company ~ & the beauty of how it all began ~ with no thought of an end to our love in sight ~ my love for you grew beyond the days & nights ~ you became my heart my dreams & the love of my life ~ but some how your love for me has withered & grown cold ~ now left for dead by a so call friend ~ my heart feels as if it has come to an end ~ love is so tragic when a heart grows cold ~ so bury me with roses as a reminder of how it all began ~ love is so tragic when it comes to an END

OH THE BEAUTY OF LOVE WHEN IT 1ST BEGINS ~ BUT HOW TRAGIC THE HEART OF THE BROKEN WHEN IT COMES TO AN END ~ Rudy T.

THE BEAUTY OF A ROSE IS NOT IN THE BEAUTY IT BEHOLDS ~ IT'S IN THE LOVE THAT IS LEFT TO SEE IT BLOSSOM AGAIN ~ Rudy T.