
A Rose I shall pick;
A white Rose of Love;
A red Rose for Passion;
For I chose the white Rose for love;
You chose the red Rose for Passion;
A flower never last when it is picked,
The petals are falling to the path We walk,
How We reached and couldn't turn back the time;
How We Walked the road, petals fell one by one;
We could only see the splendor of touching our Rose,
With petals falling gently to the path of time,
We walked the path always turning back to see the petals,
For the rose We picked was dying;
Never can We mend the Rose We picked;
or see the petals together again;
For the petals are our lost emotions;
So We turned to the rose, reaching for the last petal;
For a last chance to mend the rose as it was dying,
WE swept our tears away,
walking the path to a new one;
Leaving the petals behind , knowing it was the end;
For the flower garden are our friends,
Which We tend well ,
For the rose is the one WE loved;
And tenderly chose ;
For the beauty it poised , the color it displayed,
in fullness and in love;
Never a emotion should fall without beauty,
For never should you pick a flower,
For a flower will wilt with time;
For its beauty will fall , desire will never last,
For the love and beauty should only depart,
When the flower dies;
With only memories of what it gave;
Hanger
Three
Roses

Three roses I will give you
one is red, one is white, and one is pink
all three are connected by a common link
The link of yesterdays, tomorrow,
and all of your today's the joy, the pain, and the sorrow

Red is for yesterday and all that you have learned
in your quest to understand this rose... you have earned

White is for tomorrow with the dawn so new and bright
with yesterdays darkness gone... your heart will be all right

Pink is for today... in the combining of the two
with what you know and your dreams
this day will start... a new
Three roses I will give
you
three roses you will take
three roses you will always have
three roses... for your... keepsake
Author Unknown