A Rose is a precious flower.
A symbol of that precious hour.
A flower that stands for love.
A love that that no matter what two people use to rise above.
Pressed a held in the pages of time,
Of memories that seem to be left behind.
But when the troubles of the world come crashing down, you
can open that page and drown out the sounds.
You hold that Rose close to your heart,
So close that the memories begin to start.
And when the memories take all your troubles away,
You can press that Rose back into it's page.
And hold it there pressed in time for another day. love u jeff
