When I saw her my Rose I never knew I could find one like her What has my soul missed I thought I never knew The lines of life came to me, Now the words of the story fit. But as a book one shuts when done reading. I have lost her Never to find another There are other flowers, other fields, other places Only her, only one, her.
Possibly one night, possibly one thought I will be remembered I will not be forgotten She might remember me, possibly She might think of me, possibly As waves come to her feet
The nights alone, the desires thought in my mind Flows as the water, calm but missing the ocean Possibly one night, she might smile thinking of me Possibly one night she might remember my name
What I feel, her bright eyes, her body on mine My soul cannot have, my fingers can never touch. Possibly one night in the moon she will Remember me, face, body and my soul Clear and with a tear. I have lost her The Rose is redder then others Sweeter in the aroma All gone, all vanished, all in me
Waters edge, Possibly she sees my face in her heart Possibly I might still be in thought I lost her, That's all I know
I cannot have what I desired all my life Who makes fate for me? Playing so hard to make me beg life I cannot have what I needed all my life Her...Her love.