A Kiss From A Rose

Every autumn the roses fade away
And when they do, bees cease to fly
A thing that I do hate so much
But knowing nature always tries

I guess in ways you are my rose
And that makes me the Bee
Such fleeting acts of creation
Not destined for eternity

Yet every single spring and without fail
That Rose Bush will always bloom
And the pretty birds return
To sing their complex tunes

Winter has to exist too I guess
For I think all things need to rest
But just like those migratory birds
We all come home to nest

I like the thought of us in this way
Because we are in the autumn of our life
With you as Rose and me as Bee
Or just husband and wife