Looking
out upon the vast fields of eternity
A
simple rose is still in bloom,
Yet
beyond that rose doth apear another rose,
though not so fair when to the first I compare
In this
field the roses fade, though none desire this fate.
Tis the
same with love though few believe
True
love fades as time steals the heart.
The
young fair maiden as a rose will be
Trampled
by all and left without
A rose
blooms quickly with bountiful colors
Then
quickly fades in to shades of grey.
Love at
first is sweet and grand
Then
time marches on chasing the heart
It
chases the rose and devours the beauty
In the
end all love dies, all flowers fade and all beauty falls.
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