Gather the Roses

Gather The Roses

Gather the roses, one at a time
Pick only the best and make it nine

They’ve got to be fresh, like after the rain
And have that aroma, just like their name

Gather the roses, don’t rush, take care
They’re for someone special, someone so rare

Life has been hard in recent years
That caused her pain and led to tears

Gather the roses, with thorns all gone
Let the stems be clear and nine inches long

Price doesn’t matter, I must banish her pain
I hope she’ll forgive me and love me again

Gather the roses, just nine inches long
Roses so beautiful, with their own love song

Wrap them carefully, be gentle and kind
Because no other love is on my mind

Gather the roses, not jewels, not fur
Roses so precious, just like her

© 2004 by Michael C. Daly. All rights reserved