Rose of Love.

I turned the leaves of an ancent book,
A book that was faded and torn.
Between the leaves I found a rose,
A tiny rose with a thorn.

Where are the lips that kissed that rose?
And hands so soft and white.
That gave to me that rose of love,
The love we pledged that night.

Long since those days have passed,
We have drifted apart.
The blood red rose is faded now,
But the thorn rests deep in my heart.