• A single Rose
    Waits in the moonlight
    For it knows
    That maybe not today
    Or tomorrow,
    Or even the next month
    But someday
    Two lovers will pass it
    And they won't notice
    The Rose
    Because...
    They will be so in love
    That nothing can distract them
    From eachother.
    And it does not matter
    That the Rose
    Is the brightest of greens
    Nor does it matter
    That it is as tall as a mountain.
    Because nothing can separate the lovers
    From eachother.
    So tonight the Rose will wait
    For the two lovers
    Whose bond cannot be broken
    By the tallest Rose.