The Flower of Youth fades.
I remember still when I first saw....
.....A beautiful flower, in the bloom of youth,
Dancing between wild roses sways,
To a gentle breeze, in spring’s first days.
But in its place comes another kind of Beauty.
So her love story finally rests in peace....
....The years will erase the pain and the grief.
And my wilting flower will survive the gloom,
Until the spring once more bursts forth in bloom.