The love that time forgot

He bought her three red roses,
and he put them on the windowsill,
she never saw, never touched and never knew,
all the love he had inside for her still,
the nights he tossed and turned,
the days he stared away,
the times his love for her burned,
the tears he cried as he lay.

His life went on and still he stayed dumb,
until at last his heart turned numb,
his heart withered and shriveled,
and so it was an old man recalled,
the roses on the windowsill that wilted,
and the love that time forgot.