Fleeting Romance

Fleeting Romance Flowers are a mirror to our love Echoing romance in many a shape Soaring high just like a dove Until the sparkle begins to fade! Roses all red a symbol of passion Their petals glowing crimson so bold Yet soon the go out of fashion When burning heat turns to cold Cupid is one ever so fickle Her allure hides such vicious thorns As dashing flood slows to a trickle Affection is pieced by her cruel horns! Enduring love so hard to find When tears appear instead of laughter Memories slip so swiftly out of mind Bidding adieu to forever after!