Rose Of Memory
I turned the leaves of an ancient book A book that was faded and worn - And there 'tween the leaves I found a Rose, A tiny Rose, and a thorn.
Where are the lips that kissed that Rose And the hands so soft and white, That gave to me that Rose of Love, The Love we pledged that night?
Long since those days have passed away, And we have drifted apart. The Blood Red Rose has faded now - But the Thorn rests deep in my Heart.
~ Louis L'Amour |