 
 Rose petals fall softly The sweet scent fills the air My mind drifts to the garden And the happy hours spent there! How bittersweet the memories Yet, I cherish every one They keep you here beside me When the day is done. Too soon you had to leave me And the life we two had planned Dreams of growing old together Walking , hand in hand I still have the photographs, And letters penned by you So until we meet again , my love, The past will see me through. ©Sharon Langan 2002  |Poetry Index|Home|Guest Book|E-Mail| |