You vowed you would love me always
My love. How can I ever forget it?
And so my love, I’ll always wait,
For you my rose, be it a hundred years.
Do you remember when first we met,
How exciting love had been?
Ah, to think that you could ever forget,
My darling, sweetheart, queen!
And was it not a blushing rose,
A bright red sweetly scented flower,
I plucked from its bed of gay repose,
And brought you my first lover?
Oh, may its fragrance linger on,
All through the years my love my own.
Prince John Chaber
Cry Out My Soulwww.chaberbooks.com