December 4, 2008

A Highland Rose

I walked up into the hills today
To find a rose for you
Someday we'll build a house up there
And in those hills we'll stay

This rose is colored snowy white
Your beauty is as pure
I'd cross the ocean just for the chance
To dance with you tonight

When I look at you I cannot speak
You take my breath away
You see in me the strength I lack
The wisdom that I seek

Deep valleys loom on every side
So hand in hand we'll go
This path is wide enough for me
And my beloved bride

As years go by this little white rose
May see our youth away
But real beauty does not fade or die
As time goes by it grows.

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