there's a dry crumbling rose
in a vase on the mantle
above his fireplace

the rose was red, red, red as the lips that he once kissed
and it was green, green, green as the eyes that looked in his

it was given to him a long, long time ago
by a girl whose name he no longer knows

she was pretty and young and willing to his cause
and he gave it as a token of his never ending love

but young love will die as a rose plucked from the vine
and she wandered to another with the passing of time

still he never forgot how sweet young love can be
and keeps the rose as a faded memory

every night he sits and stares into the fire
and feel his body burn again with his desire

to look into those eyes those green eyes that were his
and to taste of the sweetness that those red, red, lips could give

there's a dry crumbling rose
in a vase on the mantle
above his fireplace

the rose was red, red, red as the lips that he once kissed
and it was green, green, green as the eyes that looked in his

10/01/1995

Author's Note: song written to be sung at a ren fest a long, long time ago....

Posted on 10/23/2006
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