Quoting
Willowwind:
A rose that blooms in winter,with a fragrance so divine,that it permeates your being, Can such a Love be mine? Like the sad song of a nightingalesilenced by the night,is there a possibility ofa second chance to make it right? Rain that does not fall,is a captive of the sky.The same as a time to say I Love youcan forever pass you by. Once in a lifetime
then gone the moment may be.
Hesitation's knife is sharp.
It's wound you don't foresee.
Just once does time stop for you
and then continues on.
Capture the moment, hold it close,
or, it's gift will soon be gone.
A rose that blooms in winter,with a fragrance so divine,that it permeates your being, Can such a Love be mine? Like the sad song of a nightingalesilenced by the night,is there a possibility ofa second chance to make it right? Rain that does not fall,is a captive of the sky.The same as a time to say I Love youcan forever pass you by. Once in a lifetime
then gone the moment may be.
Hesitation's knife is sharp.
It's wound you don't foresee.
Just once does time stop for you
and then continues on.
Capture the moment, hold it close,
or, it's gift will soon be gone.
